"Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait" -Longfellow

Monday, April 2, 2012

"Gun Has No Trigger"

The righteous with the teeth and the princesses waiting for the goblin harness of the sun's corrupted charioteer. Bomb-blast orange is in this spring, but so is soul and flippancy. When dinner's cooking and she moves that way, the moonrise grows out of her eyes. And I can't stop laughing at the way egos made of ice swim downward in the warm light. Despite all best intentions- we can only assassinate ourselves.

Bulls-eye motherfucker.

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