=Right or wrong=
.... am I right or wrong?
Will fade away even though I stay, espewing my guts out onto every medium I can find. Hand out my work like napkins. The irony is lost on me. Faded revolution. A renaissance of the common man. You, My, Ours. The great collective smearing colors and shapes (I want to say feces) over each other's eyes and ears. Hoping, groping, yearning for the great ta-do. What's to come. People. More people. Wish the demon's would take over. A mutant, more powerful, multiplying by the thousands than millions. Epic disease to rot away the scourge of the earth, or maybe I won't be too far off in my fantasy and the sun will shed its skin, char mankind to a bare minimum of existence. The morals of the flesh all but gone, science regrows, expands, and progress moves along at a fiery pace.
Got a match?
.... am I right or wrong?
Will fade away even though I stay, espewing my guts out onto every medium I can find. Hand out my work like napkins. The irony is lost on me. Faded revolution. A renaissance of the common man. You, My, Ours. The great collective smearing colors and shapes (I want to say feces) over each other's eyes and ears. Hoping, groping, yearning for the great ta-do. What's to come. People. More people. Wish the demon's would take over. A mutant, more powerful, multiplying by the thousands than millions. Epic disease to rot away the scourge of the earth, or maybe I won't be too far off in my fantasy and the sun will shed its skin, char mankind to a bare minimum of existence. The morals of the flesh all but gone, science regrows, expands, and progress moves along at a fiery pace.
Got a match?