We all have nicotine nightmares,many scare off the hares,they’re soft noses twitch at every scream,but they’re just animals so they don’t know what they mean.How callous are we when we’re awake? When the only time we’re weak is when we dream of being eaten by snakes? My philosophy is that there is none, fighting it all in a war that’s already won. I think it shows the strength of the human heart,because most great people in my life don’t have to be smart. You’ve got to be brave, you’ve go to have guts,because the smart ones in this world only want to cut. You’ve gotta have compassion, and sometimes you’ll have to be weak,because we’ll lose anyways, so there’s no shame in being meek.The generation of fakers is at hand, people who claim to love animals,but turn away to the slaughter of their fellow man.They use devices made with indentured children, and cry at words on twitter.They pretend they have the worst experiences, and if you deny them their truth, they’ll label you as fake.It’s a massive herd of black sheep,but we all have nicotine nightmares in our sleep.
August 26th, 2016 12:55pm