Ramblings - 3

The masses pollute your mind, with un-insightful drivel, follow it up into their meaning, inhaling the feelings without thought. You cannot survive on filth.

Viewing the picture, you gaze upon friends, you run into their arms, never looking back again. Indeed the good things will persevere.

Welcome to a world full of dismay, open arms accepting your life, destroying your options before you are born, they throw you a bone, leaving you hell. Life beginning with death, leads down a long road.

Walking into perversion, is walking into a wall, the feeling decomposes your mind, the wall destroys whats left. Run into walls, like good children, in a straight line...

Awful lives tortured souls, flailing arms out of control, driving blind flying without wings, giving into perveted things. Motor skills anyone?...