Sometimes the sound is like breaking glass.
When everything along the frayed edges turn inward and the man who runs the sky has forgotten himself and his place, then, my friends, then the hills are where we should head.
When the head janitor quits, itís a good idea to start evolving.
Ninth thumb! Sixth eye! Telekinesis on a quantum level! Transcendence through farting!
I am resisting the big come down.
I am paralyzed with boredom.
I can be easily anesthetized.
A square peg forced into a circular hole
Come down faster
Earn more pay
Finally make a difference
Sooth your nagging soul
Touch a leper
Clothe a sheep
Build a house
Burn an ant colony
Blades of grass
Running slowly to the sky
Shadowing the surgeon and belittling the nurse
Flicking and splitting and cutting the tops of the rifles down to size down to something we can believe it once again
Ebb and flow ebb and flow twiddling thumbs Ďtil itís time go
Run to and run away
Frame and persevere
The only lilies that ever bloom are the tough asshole motherfuckers who refused to die as they grew
Become hard! (Nietzsche rails with homosexual subtext)