The Build Up
We all go to the same place. We all go through the same shit. It all boils down to how you want to handle it. The things in life are precious to you, life itself is much more precious to me. Now I see the reason why I couldn’t see anyone before. Every minute that we’re speaking there’s someone dying, someone leaving. I’m writing face down with my eyes shut, tell me that ain’t right. I do it every single day of this not very extraordinary life. My eraser’s getting thin but the words are still running strong. I got one weapon to use against them, my one claim, my semi-automatic brain. I keep it loaded, my rubber bullets finally have a real hide out. This page is getting longer s my life is getting shorter. So I better make sure my words are getting through. I want to help you. You have to have a plan these days. Break down your life in particular ways just to get by. I can break you down in 2 words. Good (fuckin) bye. You’re no one, that’s going nowhere. You make the decibels of a stormy hell, shooting way, way up there.