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You Will Move
Maybe I should just kill you now. When we turn our backs on our consciousness. We put more than ourselves at risk. I could kill you, I could burn your eyes and hop the next train.
The Boston Tea-bag Party
And now I'm getting bored of laughing out loud. We wear ego like a shroud. And we won't shut up. Yeah, we've got it figured out this time, we're sure.
Shooter Mcgavin
And this is where. I'm supposed to be impressed, isn't it?. Let me tell you. How overwhelmed I am. . Remind me to be in awe of you. Remind me to lie, remind me to smile.
Patient 957
Numbed to the bone, shaken down. Can you feel the thickness of twenty four hour days. Can you feel the world and your blood escalate. Can you feel your body from the neck up?.
Lizard-skin Barbie
Okay, we can stop now, time to this stop and go. We can stop pretending to be sane on this cold worn sidewalk. We look like fools today, much like yesterday.
Forlani
Last time I swore it was the last time. I'd write these last rites to this last fight. By the third time around. I'm pretty well versed. . By the third time it still hurts.
Dracula With Glasses
I'm staring into the sun. Waiting for it to fall down. I've collapsed over this madness. My hair has been pulled out. I've tried but to no avail. . Me is resting, I finish.
Don Knotts
I can still hear the fear behind your last gasp. Even above the flat slaps of my thumbs against this desk. You take a moment to rewind in your mind. If only you hadn't opened that hole beneath your nose.
Battleship
I swear this time is real, I swear this time is real. Stood back and took some copious notes. Observation lent some truth, evaluated where I stand. . Dove into the midst of what I would never want to be.
Abril Los Ojos
The high office of the President has been used. To foment a plot to destroy the President John Fitzgerald Kennedy. . In a speech made to Columbia University on Nov. 12, 1963.
2012
The weapon was a single projectile charged. With all the power of the universe. An incandescent column of smoke and flame. As bright as the thousand suns rose in all it's splendor.
180 Proof
Bullshit knocks you over the head like a ton of bricks. CNN kills brain cells like alcohol, PR feeds the rage. But the clear answers never come. It's like an open bar to misplace our trust.
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