Whatever it is
“Un
cer
tain
ty
excites me.
Maybe.
Who knows
what’s going to happen.
Lottery
or car crash
or you join a cult”
“Un
cer
tain
ty
excites me.
Maybe.
Who knows
what’s going to happen.
Lottery
or car crash
or you join a cult”
There are so many problems in this world, but I can’t give a damn.
Burning and bubble, turn and toil, there is nothing you can’t see when it’s the brain worth rubble. It’s in your dream, you poor sap.
There’s always a deafening silence that precedes a storm. Once that storm brews, people become deaf to the thunder, hearing only one voice that gives you the signal.
Run!