...over a horizon...
...Nobody quite understands my stance on this issue...so much negativity from one source...it crawls into my home, sets up shop in the dark corners...I am supposed to feed this monster?...no matter how much is gained through knowing you, I have to accept such a cancer on my soul because you are too blind to see intetions...you can't save someone who's riding your back. I'm working hard to deal with what I believe so much in my heart is a sick perversion...If I weren't...well, let's just say I'm wired to run. If I weren't working I'd pull a full-curtis....not the half-curtis that Curtis pulled. Not a word till the end of this play...No stopping until my legs won't carry me and my arms won't drag me along.
Leave it all behind.
No worries.
Things don't exist when you hide them over a horizon.
No worries.
When you work on an unsolvable equation, your resolve melts like butter in the summer sun...
...curls like worms...
...fries like eggs...
Things would be easier without that cancer.
Que sera sera...
All right, enough whining. There's a long row to hoe. I'll whine later.
Until then, I'm spent.
-Guppy
Leave it all behind.
No worries.
Things don't exist when you hide them over a horizon.
No worries.
When you work on an unsolvable equation, your resolve melts like butter in the summer sun...
...curls like worms...
...fries like eggs...
Things would be easier without that cancer.
Que sera sera...
All right, enough whining. There's a long row to hoe. I'll whine later.
Until then, I'm spent.
-Guppy