The bullet holes in its doors bleed blood all over the streets. I guess the cleanup will be left up to the D.O.T. Your life is slowly draining from your veins. The gunshots you hear are only people downing shots of their favorite booze. BEWARE of people who say the end of the world is near. Their eyes are glistening while they parade around in the room wearing funny hats with streamers which dangle like fireworks falling from the skies. They seem so happy in an 80 Proof world, as lights flash, flash and swirl.
The DEVIL is sitting on a chair in Hell, patiently writing out a document that says he needs your support; Sign here! All it says is this: “if anything is true, it has already happened. The life you believe in is nothing, nothing but a fleeting shell. The odor you will leave is the smell of rotting shells.” A man walks slowly as the confetti and streamers fall on a woman he barely knows. He grabs her once, he grabs her twice, then it comes to blows. She says, “your nothing but an asshole. All of you claim to be lawyers, doctors, men of God, and priests!
Dark scoundrels unwrapped in the cold. Staggering about with smiles on their faces. DAMN THE LOUTS!
The bartender screams, “get out! get out! You Mother F%*kers.”A black man, as dark as coal, rests his elbows on an old stained bar full of liquids and fluids. As he turned to see the clock, he said with a sigh, “even the Sun shines on a Dog’s ass. Damn these assholes, Damn them all!” And now the singing begins: A song so old it could gather dust, sentiment so fake it feels like rust.
F#*kers F#*kers F#*kers F#*kers
F#*kers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
F#*kers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“The Gods themselves against stupidity, contend in vain.” Issac Asimov.
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