Random Thoughs

It's a war between the classes

Criminals just want destruction

I'll steal your bones so you can't function

In your guts you feel lunch churning

I punch you so hard your head starts turning

Vengeance and the night is mine

Throw those hands I'll break your spine

Nowadays when I get a phone call I don't say anything until the person that calls me speaks.

I will just sit there and not say anything because I've gotten too many scam phone calls.

Anyone know any good groups ?

Men are simple. That's what they say. Men are simple because you look at them simply.

Then it means you never took a peek below the surface. A man contains multitudes. He is capable of reaching the most transcendent heights and sinking to the most wretched depths.

He is storm and stillness, tyrant and servant, monster and saint. Do not mistake his silence for shallowness, nor his strength for the sum of him.

As a man, I want a panoply of kingly armor and a noble steed to trample my enemies. I want an army of supersoldiers at my beck and call, an armada of ships to blot out the stars. I want a sword fated to smite all who oppose me, a palace of such grandeur it makes the heads of mortals spin at its mere sight.

I want the feeling of the morning sun on my bare skin, to hear the birds sing and the waves roll in. Undisturbed tranquility, forever and ever. I want the icy bite of breath on a frigid Yukon night and the suffocating steam of the deep jungle. I want to share a cigarette with a girl I'll never see again, except when she haunts me in my dreams.

I want the roaring adulation of the crowd and the profound silence of solitude. I want to lift humanity into the heavens or purge it with flame. I want to live forever. I want to die a tragic death and do it all over again. I want vast hoards of gold and nothing but the shirt on my back.

I want to sleep for eons, undisturbed, and to drink and dance the night into ruin. I want a grand hall filled with comrades, and to face the world with only one at my side. I want my lovers, past, present, and future, the ones that never were, and to never love again.

I want monuments and legends carved in my name, and to be swallowed whole by the inexorable crawl of time. I want to laugh, to weep, to love, and to hate. I want to cut my heart out and hurl it into the sun, or seal it away in the bowels of the earth.

I want all of these incongruous, paradoxical things. As a man, I want more than any one person, more than the earth, the cosmos, reality itself, or God himself could ever give me. I want it all, and none of it.