Row ducks....backwards forth we go-

blue light starts the fire, inside the perfect man made little instrument of evil-

Detriot or Nagasaki = who really won?

Time erases the notion that history seems so important-...to the has been yesterday man writing with his pencil of dust.

It smells like death and mothballs, I never ate one im such a pussy.

I stopped at cloud 3 on my way to 9- /> fears the bitch inside you when doubts relentless will mindfucks you backwards to predigested navy blue complacency.

"Its ok, its ok"  the mother screamed frantically after that kid blew his head off in "dead poet society" ... the box won.
Poor kid.

What a ripoff to live alone in the past surrounded by crops yielded that can feed not one hungry soul.

The lie, lies under the imported carpet made from the sweat of children left abandoned from the own childhood., ...All to feed the oil thats more potent than meth and
heroine combined.

Just in case, just tell your plastic box. It'll remember for you=just  buy a pencil u idiot.

Ocean waves roar in the ptch black frozen sky,-
He finds peace in the surfs opera.

Sand becomes the cellos call-

Beautiful & sad- proves anything inside the dream is possible - will and grit aren't taught in school, what a waste.

Invest in yourself = me myself and i are always watching-