I’m sick of losing
my patience
out of time
lacking rhythm
barely concious
over sensitized
feeling weaker
as I stumble around
Get out of my mind
In the morning
rests the paper
heavy snow fall
wakes the neighbors
the alarm calls
I clean out my eyes
feeling nauseous
as the world spins around
Get out of my mind
Pygmy Lush – It’s A Good Day To Hide.
A commenter at the link kindly translated the morse code.
The Trumpholes are so very upset over Moby’s latest, claiming it’s breeding hate and terrorists because, y’know, it’s not all fawning over the Tiny Tyrant. For assholes who love to shout “loser” and “snowflake” at people, they sure are a thin-skinned bunch, coming unglued over any criticism at all. One could say they are rather hysterical.