Tuesday, April 8, 2008

From here on in, I shoot without a script.

This song is for the rats who hurled themselves into the ocean when they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold were just about to blow. Let them all go.

This song is for the soil that's toxic clear down tho the bedrock where nothing of consequence can grow, drop your seeds there, let them grow. Let them all go.

This song is for the people that tell their families that they're sorry for things they can't and won't feel sorry for. Let them all go.

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