what kinda world looks at itself and expects anyone to hold their fucking hand...this kind of thinking is just what the doctor ordered their pills shoved down the throat of the bottom 98% leaving us vulnerable to succumb....dark and dastardly the tongue.... but who gives a fuck if you came outplayed you lose there no trophy for those who almost come...feeling like this mind is the only free thinker always willing to take a dagger for what needs to be taken upon the tops of the pile....behemoth with a side that comes out in stride....to what do we owe the pleasure...this deaf-mute outside leaves nothing left prescribed just turn an take the temperature....


false hoods and cheap looks don't say that you know the answer its only the growing concern that what's said will burn...and go down infamy...
so move along with your concern this is an all-out assault on the senses I'm here to watch it burn.... feel the pulse and take my turn....read the crowd and fuck the QoE it's a bastard's opinion towards the realm of impossible...
© silentOne