sarcasm and cynicism chat about practical jokes as the bombs go off...

nothing to protect
only someone to attack.

my untied shoelaces make music when i walk calmly.

and then, it seemed altered...

kil me 'cus i aint stopping.

i'll go for a walk.
cut my legs and...
i'll go for a crawl.
cut my arms and...
i'll go for a slither.

prescribed poison is accepted in yer neurologic views.

the circus remained after the fire, so we had somewhere to go and laugh.