Jul 04, 2010 09:58
It's like we're all out of vitamins and too frail to invite him in. Our seeping subtle distaste for the pure waste huffing store-brand paste maybe we'll reach our destination yet. But the door always sticks and our mind's always tricked with the bare bones frugality and the overarching illegality of the action we've committed.
Relived and relinquished equals equal parts of instincts that curve up the back and charges at the base of the brain. Barges into the nape of the neck, a farce inside the back of the train that traces down the slope of our respect filling up the scope of our neglect. The true hope of our respect he's wishing to garner without intellect, our fearless leader shall garnish indirect prescient fingers on the pulse as it dwindles on the spindles and on each thumb are thimbles, thin bulls approach the starting gate as we start to wait for them to run towards us.
But fuck all of that, let's just spread democracy.