Past and present {Churchill}
Speak loudly and carry a large stick. I
can't change my mind and so won't change the subject. Maybe I might just object, but you have yet to even notice me yet. I think too much and surprisingly say too little. These words are damning and though I eat glass and survive. I still live in this great famine! When I look at those that have love for me. I worry that I have only disdain that fills my eyes and my rubber plastic smile. Runner, runner, rose from these lies. Runner runner, run repeatedly into her thigh. I've got few hopes, but so many dreams. I've seen too many fists and not enough screams. I live life with the spinach within my teeth. Trying to be oblivious to the thinks that happen between my sheets. I get buried underneath skin that has way more skin underneath. When those with depth speak, you'd do well to stand in disbelief. I look to history to show my relief. I look to history to inspire me to feats. I look to music to enrage me with beats. Quarter measure, eight measure, or an ounce is sweet. When I'm alone in my head I think my thoughts are so deep. When I'm lying awake and can't sleep I can see the knife dangling by my finger tips just out of reach. A pin, a prick a, Crimson tear drop drip. Violence begets violence and blood begets blood. Time to loosen a few veins and see what that does. Reactions are the choice of gratuitous distractions. Not mentally preparing yourself to ignore the metaphorical black men. I tried to tell you that I am more than just a knee jerk reaction. I guess you are what you eat so I'm just the jerk faction. Spice it up with with flavor of almost unlimited lust. A little left of center of the metaphorical tour bus. I can't get off, not because I don't want to, but because I can never get enough. Speak intensively with such passion and burning that it rings so true in the ears of the believers. How can we find enough of the present to present to the past. I cannot find more than that. Really that in itself is just enough reason to give a hearty laugh. Because I do what I can and I do what I must. I do what I hate and try not to hate what I do. Carry my biggest stock and whisper the softest words while I violently commit the most heinous of murders.
can't change my mind and so won't change the subject. Maybe I might just object, but you have yet to even notice me yet. I think too much and surprisingly say too little. These words are damning and though I eat glass and survive. I still live in this great famine! When I look at those that have love for me. I worry that I have only disdain that fills my eyes and my rubber plastic smile. Runner, runner, rose from these lies. Runner runner, run repeatedly into her thigh. I've got few hopes, but so many dreams. I've seen too many fists and not enough screams. I live life with the spinach within my teeth. Trying to be oblivious to the thinks that happen between my sheets. I get buried underneath skin that has way more skin underneath. When those with depth speak, you'd do well to stand in disbelief. I look to history to show my relief. I look to history to inspire me to feats. I look to music to enrage me with beats. Quarter measure, eight measure, or an ounce is sweet. When I'm alone in my head I think my thoughts are so deep. When I'm lying awake and can't sleep I can see the knife dangling by my finger tips just out of reach. A pin, a prick a, Crimson tear drop drip. Violence begets violence and blood begets blood. Time to loosen a few veins and see what that does. Reactions are the choice of gratuitous distractions. Not mentally preparing yourself to ignore the metaphorical black men. I tried to tell you that I am more than just a knee jerk reaction. I guess you are what you eat so I'm just the jerk faction. Spice it up with with flavor of almost unlimited lust. A little left of center of the metaphorical tour bus. I can't get off, not because I don't want to, but because I can never get enough. Speak intensively with such passion and burning that it rings so true in the ears of the believers. How can we find enough of the present to present to the past. I cannot find more than that. Really that in itself is just enough reason to give a hearty laugh. Because I do what I can and I do what I must. I do what I hate and try not to hate what I do. Carry my biggest stock and whisper the softest words while I violently commit the most heinous of murders.