"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."
-Kurt Vonnegut
The end of the
world feels like
warm cement. All
our bodies covered by some sort of god.
Everyone is a
statue now, trapped
in the form. Posed,
in a big boy pose, look mommy.
Feeling so strong
is the kind of talk that
gets you killed. Good
thing I let my fists do my talking.
Getting killed so
many times has
its drawbacks. Some
days it's hard to get out of bed in the morning.
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 12:30 PM UTC
"Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why."
-Kurt Vonnegut
The end of the
world feels like
warm cement. All
our bodies covered by some sort of god.
Everyone is a
statue now, trapped
in the form. Posed,
in a big boy pose, look mommy.
Feeling so strong
is the kind of talk that
gets you killed. Good
thing I let my fists do my talking.
Getting killed so
many times has
its drawbacks. Some
days it's hard to get out of bed in the morning.