🦌 @mircygnus

What’s the matter with you? Why you keep on making that mistake? I forgive you But I feel it’ll happen all again

A trick of heredity, a zipcode, a last name A cell deforming, a businessman's handshake His waning ardor needs blood to metastasize I decide who lives and who dies!

And what will all these piggies do, huh? When there's no one left?

The moonlight on the prison roof Maybe that's what you are Cool me now my freedom sore I've never been out this far

I want to live and I want to love I want to catch something that I might be ashamed of

There is nothing. Only warm, primordial blackness. Your conscience ferments in it — no larger than a single grain of malt. You don't have to do anything anymore. Ever. Never ever.

Call me morbid, call me pale. I've spent six years on your trail.

You say you're just 31. What's that in cannibal years?

Dart was too quick and this I found out On a dirt road in Lone Pine, this time headed south I tucked him away to be safe in some sage His little heartbeat getting slower as I drove away

To whom can I speak today? The brothers they are evil, but the old friends of today they have become unlovable.

If you put your hand on it and get an electric shock, you have no choice but to pull back right away, whether you want to or not. It’s pure reflex on your part, something you do without a moment’s thought, but that doesn’t make the electric shock any less painful.

Stole their labour, their culture, and their lives to create a Coca-Cola paradise.

The past is full of dead men The future is a cruelty Resign yourself

And so we watch the sun come up from the edge of the deep green sea, and she listens like her head's on fire — like she wants to believe in me.

When you see it Will you call it what it is? When they tell you who they are Will you call them by their name?

If they knew what carved into the bark of that old tree Both our names divided by a heart designed by me Well, I'd be in the county jail and wishing I was free Deep in the interior of East Yosemite

The tears of the guilty quench the thirst of the few.

Eco-political dread on a bedroom sized bed!

Deep inside a man all loyalty dissolves. Deep inside a stranger, necessity absolves.

Where is the madness that you promised me? Where is the dream for which I paid dearly?