There is so much coolness in the air, so much fakery. I am suffocated by the walls of grandeur so many people have built. Weather big or small do you measure? Do you squeeze your soul out to fit? No better than the man who sold his. No better than the man who is crazy, At least he knows his enemy, you do not even register yours. You are a product. A chicken on the conveyer belt, a cow driving to the slaughter and you laugh. Haha. ……………………………. Haha. I laugh too at the man who thinks because he can work a machine he can work himself. Shall we wither like a flower in the dregs of whiskey and fill the holes that we opened? Surely this means nothing to you, this means nothing to you, the man who does not love, who lost his heart to what he thinks is greener grass. I do not envy you, I do not pity you, I do not despise you, if you do not love I feel nothing for you because I cannot relate. In my illusion you do not exist. We are all here for a reason, do not sell your only hope for the death of another man.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 09:05:18 +0000
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