Goddamn Markdowns can suck my dick
Standing in line to see the show tonight and there's a light on heavy glow. By the way I tried to say I know you from before. Dan and the girl are singing songs to me beneath the markee overload. Stand still hot train big bra understand. Standing in line to see the show tonight and there's a light on heavy glow. By the way I tried to say I I'd be there waiting for.
Red Hot Chili Peppers
Don't you test me though just because I play the piano does not mean I wont' take you down. You are out of my mind you arent seeing things right. you spend all this time trying to get to me but you are out of my mind. heard you say not today turn the curtains down windows up and I'll make a sound heard your voice there's no choice turn the curtains down windows up and I'll make a sound.
Twenty One Pilots
who are you you better ask yourself who are you you better ask yourself who you aree.. hey ey hey ey. Ive gone gonzo how pathetically poetic of me as I try to feed you the brutal truth riding on the tragic thrill you gotta have the fun never give up in this life hidden in a shoe box in this life that's a story told.
Foxy Shazam
Your rash.
You awake to find yourself on the corner of Main street and Broad. A girl walks by in a summer dress that blows teasingly in the wind. There are no teases on her face as she notices you. Just disgust. You quickly turn around embarrassed. At least you still remember how to be human. The girl pretends to be on the phone as she passes you. You pretend to look at a wall made of glass. Your reflection soon appears and you forget about everyone on the street for a brief moment. In this moment of clarity you realize something different about yourself. Jeans stripped shirt and tennis shoes all seem normal, but the rash covering your arms is new. The rash is red, blue and black with pieces of scab seeming to mix with open puss covered wounds. Have you been scratching? You can't recall. Honestly you can't even recall how you got to Main Street. The last thing you remember is searching for the answer to life.
A cop out.
What does a cop out even mean.. cop as in the black term to grab something? or cop as in law enforcement? Did the black term cop come from how cops would just snatch us off the street and the brother wouldn't be heard from again? And I put that situation in the past only because we now have the internet, so after a cop cops a black dude we can check the site to see where they took him. if they didn't take him anywhere and decided to kill him, would that be a cop out of a black body to get paid for? A cop out of a lucrative insensitive to toss a blackie in jail? a cop out.
I should have continued the story but I'm already giving you guys soo much.
I have no followers yet.. Maybe someone somewhere is reading this in the now, but it is really for the future.. I set things up early and watch them flourish by never giving up hope and never letting the quality suffer for the quantity or the other way around? I guess? I make stupid promises too much..
End of story is I can write and I do it well bitch
-Byron Broussard