Em Barrased I been and I watch for those scriptures, raptures, detours, and matches.
The ridiculous shame, an infection with pre-scribed intentional malice
And what shame did the masses feel for a lonely boy, name of Patches. The weight...of pulling the family through.
He's not just a kid. He's a fuckin adventure!
So, is this just enough for the city? Or is that meat grinder oiled up and ready to churn out Soylent Rainbows?
I believe in Angry Proteins.
Calling out the names of the luckless and exhausted to step into this Double Helix of Angry Genes.
So taste that one, last Iron Butterfly. Chart that one last course. Kiss that one, last love.
And remember.
Only you can prevent nuclear fires.
SCRIPT
By M-10