You reached down and said "lover! lend me your hand! let me make you well again!" but I don't want another one of your opportunities. Frankly, I'm sick of living on my ******* knees. I've decided to wait and see what chaos brings for me.


((I've learned to count the cuts, now let me cut you open and count the rings))

and i'm running and i'm looking back and you are running with me. our hands are clasped. our knuckles are the whitest thing i've ever seen. and i feel you start to stumble. i feel you start to fall behind. i squeeze even tighter, but our hands are disappearing. i am terrified.
i had a birds eye view of your body the night they found you. i tried to take you back, but i kept losing you. in the end, when i finally found you again, i thought you looked like you could lay there forever. and i think about that all the time. i think about your last breath, that last look, those last words. sometimes, i wonder if you'd know.

set sail with caution in the wind and i am paralyzed.
what else makes one wish that all this water could float?
i am sick of all these familiar polluted and broken hearts.

a broad brush and a surreal sense of clarity. this we celebrate! for i have seen the road ahead and it is hard and cold and dead and it goes on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on and on, on and on,
and the truth weighs nothing. travel light. be unburdened

maybe we're better off this way
there was always a part of me
a part from you
drifting, alone
from ocean to ocean
i'd searched the whole world
on drunken confessions
i took advantage and all the while
you prayed for jesus to forgive them
it's another long night
and another dark day
that's when i hear you say
maybe we're better off this way.

I know I'm not who you want me to be
and I know it doesn't mean a thing.
Sometimes, I can still see you when I sleep.

and our house can't be a home
if I'm not allowed there anymore.

When it comes to immigration, everyone’s so focused on the crisis in the Middle East that they forget about the true threat, our sister to the North and The Great Canadian Exodus. That’s right, I’m talking about the Geese. They come over the border, whenever they feel like it; we don’t even know who they are. They’re rapists and murderers and some, I imagine, are good birds. But we don’t know who they are. What we do know is they ****, a lot, in public, everywhere. So much. So so much. They insist on holding up traffic, needlessly, whenever and wherever they like it. I’ve seen one these things, and I’m not kidding you folks, run a grown man down. This hard-working, patriotic American (who I’m sure bled red, white and blue), was beaten and berated by something that isn’t even supposed to be here in the first place. It was horrible, absolutely horrible. And the worst part is, it could have been avoided. That’s why I’m calling for a ban, on all regional immigration and migratory practices, for the foreseeable future. We need to get a grip on this. We need to get ourselves back on track. We need to, simply put, Make America(n Lawns) Great again. Thank you, everybody. Thanks for coming out. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, goodnight!

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