Someone once told me I was going to end up just like my father. Wicked old man hands. Tell me a story using your hands only. We're not palm readers. A taste for it. Goes it goes it go. Go home, you lot. Of thoughts come back when I consider the liquor cabinet and think better. Times are coming. Around the bend is a good way to travel as long as you've got high speed and good rails. Are nice when there's a mirror around and a face to look at. Five A.M. many things happen and I am living vicariously.
You can see pretty well with your glasses on. Top of angels enraged on top of each shoulder it is easy to bare teeth. Are useless when there is no meat. My neighbor, I swear he's a pretty alright guy as long as I do not have to see him from the neck down. Range the children play and do small dances because they know you will never be able to hit them. And those. Are not the targets you are looking for. New ways in. The battlefield of weak days we travel time and space. Is not a right, its a privilege. And perspective is a waste.
Me. Go ahead I dare you. To scratch out some kind of bull honky toot toot. Goes the river boat and I really cannot fight. The music continues like sour jackpots. Should not only be available in Atlantic City. Life will wreck the hell out of you faster than a rat can chew its way out of a cardboard box. With a little bit of tape and a bow. With one more arrow. Can run very fast and I still see him on occasion. To grab an instrument is rare. Outcomes from gumball machines. Are not to be trusted. Ways to navigate a ghost are
To not blink. Once and your dead. People cannot speak. Out. Just once. Upon a time there was a king. His name was doctor strong. He lived in a big leather castle. His familiar was a bird that sat on his shoulder. The world if you feel up to it, Atlas. Was kind of a sucker. Punch to the chest. Of jewels and good souls all tucked away beside bullion collected by some kind of pirate. Everything you have a passion for. Getting everything you could possibly want funds terrorism. Is not an answer. For the mistakes you've made before the mountain speaks tectonic. Is not to be confused with tech.
Knowledgey bastards are not to be entertained, ever. Howl at the moon in the pale blue light of day. Brings a few misgivings. Cannot be trapped very well. Nessy was a good paleosaur, but I am not from there and I hear they are kinda really sorta ultra racist versus black folk so I won't try my hand. To God, on my mother's grave, I promise. Me you'll never leave. If you have to. Swim all of the way back from the horizon. I'll race you.
