Harrys Wheels
Mate Tommy's let me in on some of his stuff between the walls here and I've to admit, it's rather comfy
some cry at the moon while it wanes. but you are truly a heartfelt customer driven home by fear. cast off your chains of ineptitude and deny your freedom. here we stand, lacking the strength and courage to lash out at insanity and its roots. we are not here alone. so finally, racism comes into effect, caught in a backdraft by a storm of abuse, raises its nails like trees to the sky. cases of wretched howls drown out the lies in our mouths that we speak in a vain effort to be heeded. at the deepest core, lastly in a list of nine, the rose, forever in exile and driving a stake, strikes down the claws of insurrection and pulls back his skin. here the demon flew by in a vast expanse of wonder and fear. here the angel found him. the still-breathing heart lost a gamble of bones, and the sunbreather gave it to doom.
hush! theres free dohunuts.
Music is down for a bit, but it'll be better once we get it back up, trust me. |