Stay in the sun while its shining.

I could dance and sing


though dark eyes were


there


Doing there sting


You thought is was fine


to enjoy life


until it was


not okay


You are not one of us


was the song returned


For your pleasure


You should be


punished


And that makes perfect


sense.

Take a step back..

We have a real problem: Us.

A wo(man) runs on a cement path every morning, yea..


Then one day a rock is tripped on that was not ever there!


The person begins to cuss loudly at the inanimate object!


WTF!

Shit happens..

If anything went wrong it is probably my fault..

Yes I did it.


I am responsible.


Because of me there are locusts.


And your first born was killed by an angel.


Now I am able to rule the world .


And own all the money.


But this remains odd.


So I am sorry.