Monday, January 3, 2011

Amputate.

It does not hurt too much to have your arms broken off. Watch me fly and cut this string.

The silence of my bedroom is what I will come home to after I live each day for myself.

I have revolutionary thoughts but no speaker. I have an audience but no podium. I have a heart but no arteries. These ideals stay idle.
These idols stay idle.

Kiss her goodbye and stab her in the back when she turns away.