Sheeple People
It's like counting sheep. Longing to dream in unconscious scenes. Counting on the sheeple to wake.
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It's like counting sheep. Longing to dream in unconscious scenes. Counting on the sheeple to wake.
My heart burst when I first entered into the google imaged skyline The one that proudly screams we are the city the one that goes the most go green Walking down the streets I get this tragic feeling...
We meddle in affairs that do not concern us.
& @smellyfingers. A joint effort :-) Bottom of the heap, the escapism beginning to creep, The infecting depression casts a shadow everywhere, The stench of death and blood, but what do you care.
Yeah, I could die now, rebirth. Hop up in my spaceship and leave earth. I'm gone. I refuse to do as you tell me. I won't abide by the rules and accept what I'm told at school.
Fifty somethings in 2012.
Stuck in this hole you put me in Can't find the light in my eyes Maybe it's a test that we all are in But is'nt that a waste if our my time Do us a favour, throw us a saviour Do us a turn, before...
It's always hardest to write about what is most dear to you. Or what is most close.
Jump, jump, jump down Jump from the cosmos above From the black, the silver dust From the imagination of God The endless, limitless bounds Come and stand with us Stand with your chest puffed out Lock...
It's when you realise you're nothing. Vague, pointless, indistinct, grey and empty. No better than the man arranging melons in a supermarket into neat rows, 4x4.
I see this question posted with some regularity in the personals section, so I thought I'd take a minute to explain things to the ladies out there that haven't figured it out.
It is impossible to rest The nuclear energy of society stops for no-one. If we attempt to take our foot off the gas, our internal flywheel thunders on Preventing our engine from stopping.
Before I start telling you about myself, I want to describe what sort of place I was born into. It'll help you understand. In the middle of the North Atlantic there is a cluster of 18 little islands.
It's when you realise you're nothing. Vague, pointless, indistinct, grey and empty. No better than the man arranging melons in a supermarket into neat rows, 4x4.
They bought him back from the dead Minton socks we need they said Were running out of plastic things And shiny coloured plastic rings To sell to people every day They need the plastic so they say...
Blood,sweat, & tears run down his face along with dirt, shaken up by the bullets wising by, the grenades exploding making rocks jump high, save me, I'm afraid of this war I am to face for my country,...
A steady diet of shit You think don't hurt a bit 'Til all those tv calories Have turned your brain into cheese Just a neat commercial wheeze To keep you on your knees So when the rioters turn up You...