Weapons

Every week, from Norris Peak Road, I can hear somebody doing target practice. You’re doing it wrong. If I’m at a house where people live, amongst other houses, and I can hear you, go use one of those bullets on yourself. Oh no, did I hurt your ego because you love shooting guns? Then put the tip of your nose in the barrel of a gun, point slightly up and pull the trigger till it goes, “click.” Your fear is embarrassing. Your life is/was a waste. We all die eventually, you idiot. Practicing shooting a gun every week tells me you’re not very good at it in the first place and you flex for reasons you don’t even understand. Get a life, don’t get good at ending one.

Pain

Clean the house in my underwear

Life is a gift

Everything after costs a hell of a lot

Double-edged sword don’t give a fuck about which way the power happens to blow

Tip of it has truth

Almost like it’s pointing

These days…when I touch the guitar

It’s for my soul and nothing else

We’ll keep you in mind

Oh blow it out your ass

A soulless cabin would be lost

See it now, the amazing grace

Faulty Foundations & Glass Houses

As people, in 2026, we see our mortality so much that we lose our humanity. You can see power move in both directions. When it feeds people or houses them and when it creates a fancy new bomb capable of unusual destruction. Why do some, given power, decide to shirk their morality for some means to an end? Genocide is always a harm to the world at large (and micro). I’ve been alive on this planet for 37 years and I’ve witnessed war after war after war and looked at them with their shoes tied together and no real reason to even run in the first place. It’s embarrassing belonging to the human race with people that have too much, know too little and still want more.

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