guns?
Guns are to kill, and that's all. We all know it, but don't seem to acknowledge it. In a filthy world where guns are MASS PRODUCED on a fucking assembly line... that's where I live. That's where I lead a half life of muddled dreams and soggy, early morning reality at the bottom of a coffee cup.
"How to hook a man: Cosmos 7 guaranteed ways"
"The Prophecies of Fatima Revealed"
"What women really want in bed"
"Nostradamus says:"
How many times does one thing have to be repeated? How many times is something scrawled across the front page of a magazine with a curvy girl or computer generated freak on it? Is anything actually new?
Glorious highs, fits of power.
Furious lows, pits of pain.
How many ways can one person kiss ass?
How many ways can a gun kill you?
But guns don't kill people. People kill people.
Wake up.
These are 'criminals'. These are 'victims'. Statistics, in any regard. These are cardboard cut outs of people you know. Killing and dying in another country. Killing and dying in another province. Killing and dying in another city. On another street. Another block.
Or right next door.
That screaming... none of our business, ma.
They... they KNOW what they're doing.
