does anybody really know who we are? can they tell just by looking upon our scars? do they think when we bleed in blackened tones, our bodies ink just seemed to seep from an unturned stone? who we are is night and day a happy home or just a place to stay winters in front of fireplaces or in cardboard boxes in empty spaces who we are is where we've been it's stories from things that can never be unseen it's how we laugh, or choke or scream it's about where we are going it's not about presentation it's all about the journey to our ultimate destination
I'm not really good at calling people names, I've been called so many, I would not know where to start, So quite frankly, ir's better to just be polite & not rude, like some unhappy folks, who are mad at the world, calling people names or being rather rude.
If the balloon ever did go up, there's a lot of people who aren't gonna make it, I can read it between their lines. I would suggest stocking up on some survival skills, 'cause when anarchy comes for you, it ain't gonna be pretty. Ask Mr T from Texas, he's seen the elephant, better lock & load.