Riding it lowdown
Hear y'all,
We find ourselves to be amongst the living. We are the living. We are united. War makes dread.
We fear the things that make us what we are not now. Fear the unknown, fear what disables your fear. I have got a nest of puppies. I am a nest of puppies. Where puppies are, a fear is. A fear for the immortal owner. We love eachother, but we love dust less. Lessen your drinking habit. We all eat moss, whether we Like It Or Not. How old do you think you will be when you die? It is something no thought can be given about. It just is. Just like the drunk maiden that you killed.
Blood rolls, and money falls. Beer shrinks and guts get sucked into an immune system.
Events have results. Results are taken into account when evaluating what makes you what you are. We all scream out of anger.
posted by Play the blues @ 2:53 PM
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