I could rule the world
...if I could only find the parts. Instead, I fire rubber bands at chandeliers and otherwise waste office supplies, dreaming of just retribution and an air-tight alibi.
But is revenge always justice? Or is it just a primal cry of skin for skin? I could rearrange your scales to alleviate the boredom, but I digress...
Treasure the aching moments: they might be the only ones you will ever truly feel.
That, and a steady diet of tear gas and rubber bullets. War without end. Amen.
...if I could only find the parts. Instead, I fire rubber bands at chandeliers and otherwise waste office supplies, dreaming of just retribution and an air-tight alibi.
But is revenge always justice? Or is it just a primal cry of skin for skin? I could rearrange your scales to alleviate the boredom, but I digress...
Treasure the aching moments: they might be the only ones you will ever truly feel.
That, and a steady diet of tear gas and rubber bullets. War without end. Amen.
But is revenge always justice? Or is it just a primal cry of skin for skin? I could rearrange your scales to alleviate the boredom, but I digress...
Treasure the aching moments: they might be the only ones you will ever truly feel.
That, and a steady diet of tear gas and rubber bullets. War without end. Amen.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 1:44 PM
1 Comments:
"Treasure the aching moments: they might be the only ones you will ever truly feel."
This last year has pretty much SUCKED for me, but I remember very clearly when it first started being difficult feeling grateful for feeling ANYTHING. The ick made me realize how devoid my life was of true feeling before this started. I was kinda zombie like. Not feeling much at all. I think that now I feel the higs and lows more. For that, I'm happy.
Great line. Nice work.
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