I don't have much but I don't have to tie any ties I don't have a car but I've got the stars and the bars I don't have a p.h.d. but I read some books and pen a few ideas
chains of words are so much stronger than chains of steel, and soft, oft-repeated lies break rebellions better than the wheel science and reason, yeah, those are well and good
I'm all right, I don't know. I'm okay. I used to think I was something; I used to think I drew the wine from the water. That was back when that meant something,
they're everywhere, flashing like sirens, like neon broadway signs or movie exit signs when you've taken four drops of acid and you're looking at the colors on the wall
crushed wreckage extinguished destiny no more moon-light no more feasts no more loves no more office cups of coffee no more going out no more staying in the end of pain the end of joy
