Put them down. Get them out. Express
Too many dead. Too much anger. Too many striking out in blind rage against a machine that will trundle over them through Tiananmen Square in front of the house. Like so much bubble wrap.
"Tone that one down
But it won't simplify.
But. Well. Hell yes, it will simplify.
#Whatlivesmatter to a suicide attacker? Blow some Muslims onto the roof of Mohammad's tomb. He's dead, what does he care?
Take out The Man, never
"Well, sexually express yourself with yourself. You part of the problem too."
Yeah. Shoot the messenger and that'll teach '
Maelstroms swirl. Tangents erupt. Mandelbrot just left, staggering and reeling. Fractals lined up to take lessons in complexity.
Moving on to the next agenda item-
Climb a clock tower to sit on a grassy knoll in a school and turn the valve for the gas chamber in the garage.
How about doing some sorting now? Eh? Come down here and
Too much hate.
We have met the enemy and he is us.
Fall of the Peacemakers
And make sure that song is played at my funeral. Do that for me