theonlymrbadfish

Two units from what I considered was from the same heart stopped one day. One waited while the other moved on. I don't know if the other kept limping along because of the crutch or the wheelchair, Either way it doesn't really matter. It continued. The other, locked in a shed of the past couldn't do too much other than wait some. While the others limp became a slow stride on that same crutch. It was said that this stride was due to some pill that it kept taking to numb the pain. I don't know the name of that pill and to be frank I don't really care too much to find out. What matters is that the pill helped. One unit found another part of a hea

The fire that connects is often times thought to be seen only by those who believe it as truth. The fact that the only people that can see the flame are the ones that have it is not refuted. One thing that is refuted is how the fire burns. It can become tame, wild, or maybe even mischievous. those that have been through the flame have said that it can be any of these and all at once. men have burned cities for one woman. they have also killed a single man for the revenge of a lost family. yet, many have scarified the only things they have in this finite world to save the ones that they hold dear. love. it makes me curious of wha

Just take a minute To think about all of this, This doubt may be what i need right now. All i can say is the worse is over now. Doubt will be the only think about where home is, Or whether fatima has yet to lay down. Love may be the only thing iv found for a long time, A lot of it came from you. From the first beer to the 5 forties, I guess on that i can say your welcome though. The rest i have to say, Thank you and im sorry, The west will treat you better.

The leaves pick up with the dirt. Black lungs ache as they always have, He takes another drag, The others stopped caring long ago. The feathers begin to fall. He knew this was going to happen, He tried telling them, But he was to bright for you to see. The darkness descends on him. The mask never existed on his face, He knew better. He sits waiting. Another breeze crosses the earth beneath him. You didn't listen, You couldn't listen, You weren't taught to. The wings fold. People surround now, The man removes his mask, They turn; its too bright. The man is picked up by dark wings. Its too late, Ive warned you all. Please

the children will rise again soon, even the Aztec wrote of it, the indigo children will come. We are heretics? FUCK YOU, YOU ARE THE HERETIC! YOUR THE PEOPLE WHO SUPPRESS THE IDEAS THAT HAVE BEEN SYNONYMOUS WITH FREEDOM! FUCK YOU YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT FREEDOM! YOU THINK FREEDOM IS SUPPRESSING THE IDEAS OF PEOPLE WHO ONLY WANT EQUALITY. YOU ARE THE PEOPLE WHO TAKE THESE PURE BEAUTIFUL IDEAS AND TWIST THEM INTO AN UGLY UNTRUTH. YOU ONLY USE US. YOU ARE THE PEOPLE WHO KEEP US AWAY FROM UNITING. YOU WILL CHOKE ON YOUR OWN GREED AND MONEY. YOU HAVE NO SOUL. DON'T WORRY YOU WONT DIE BEING BURNED ON THE STAKE LIKE YOU DO WITH ALL OF US.

Here, its always the first one, that's what gets you the worst, but damn does it feel, like nothing youve ever felt before, its beautiful. I then you feel your mind drift, away from your brain. Go, your eyes begin to feel lighter. not knowing what to do, not knowing how to even do it, you get up in a dizzy way all you feel is hunger, and you have no idea why. Home again

This shit Fuck the shit, The shit you put on. The makeup you use to disguise the pain. The bullet proof vest they wear to protect. The baggy clothes. The pants you put on just because they say "Rockawear". The Gucci bag you buy for hundreds of dollars to wear on your arm. The things The things tha make you feel worth it The FUCKING EVERYTHING THAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER! Fuck the things, The objects that make you think you need them to be something, The materials that make you believe you should have them to be who you are, The gold rings that society has driven an entire culture from of captivity, The fabrics that have