When The Cyborg Army Comes To Kill Us

They won't do it with guns, bombs, or fire.

They won't poison, stab, or drown us.

They will simply take everything we do.

Do it better.

And make us the obsolete ones.

And all of those robots will have the same slogan.

Printed on their butts.

It will say:

"Made in China."

Loveshit

It takes a spell to write an epic.

No canes for those leaving health care.

( needing )

It's inconsequential to plan ahead when calendars are obsolete.

Your soul is a staircase.

And I fucking hate stairs.

We don't get the luxury of deciding what world we wake up to.

As much as we are masters, we are slaves.

The trick is...

Wait.

There's a trick?

To life?

( liar )

Everything you are, know, and love, will be obsolete someday.

The only thing you can wake up to,
  is the assumption
  that today is not that day.

No Good With Loss

Here's to you, Apollo.

Should you never come back again.

I'll just follow the drums until we find your grave that never was.

( and never will be )

Hard to lose something you haven't yet lost.

But at the same time,

It's hard to lose anything.

Cats. Socks. Investments. Time. Lovers.

Just lose, and headbang.

The Most Important Decision Of This Second

is whether Jazz lied to us when it said that mistakes can be music.

I don't believe it.
  ( the notes that sound wrong )

Except when I believe it.
  ( the wrong note sounds better )

What does that tell you about belief ?

Hobblin' Brown

I've got 10 gallons of nut brown and Irish stout, fermenting in my basement.

What have you got?

( a truth, evident? )

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