Dead Picture Post

Sweet gushing thing, can you give you up? Cause we want both.
Like we want to be both sides and the winner of every argument, well, win or think we did; not that we really care (or) that it really matters. Moonlight is the only balm for sunburn. Rugs are made for pulling out from under others, it was only a trial separation and then you spend the next ten years flying backwards in your head wondering how it all went wrong; and where the hades am I anyway? Tolerance is for serial killers. Anger is righteous, rightwise political correctness another band; not the kind that means forever, the kind that cuts you in half as you grow into it. And other words for censorship.
Not that I wouldn't mute everyone, above the age, of say, 7.