- Beware, a strong storm is coming out of Desolation Bay soon. The white doves have no direction home. Justice is nowhere to be found. The Bureaucratic Overlords have a boot on the neck of Democracy; they are defining right from wrong, their way. They are installing slavery of the mind into all of the Americans they can find. The rest have fled or gone underground. Total bondage is just a step away. Axes will fall on you when you expect them least. The axe man is always hidden from sight.
- I’ll show you my mind change if I can see yours first. You are on the correct page but hitting the wrong notes. Your nightmare existence gets a short reprieve when you stick that needle in your arm, but the hit lasts for only a short time. Your nightmare existence returns with a jacked-up vengeance one more time again.
- There is no sunshine around you anymore. Black remorse follows you around, and there is nowhere to hide. Knocking on the door that leads to nowhere isn’t where you want to go. Rainbows and lollipops are nowhere to be found. Right or wrong? Well, it depends. It is hard to lose your way when you don’t know what you are looking for. Leaving isn’t an option because the door can’t be found. The wilderness of despair is closing in on you.
- Calling out to the lady who passed through your dreams last night is no good because she has walked out of your life for good. The white lady in the cane field is calling to you; she might burn it down.
- The devil disguises his many lies. He is always there, following you around. She goes through the motions of cheating without a satisfied mind. Not waiting is the hardest thing of all.
- Word salads are all the rage today. If you think you have understood what you just heard, think again. It’s deeper than that. Words in ordinary sentences are cheap but never deep. If you do go deep, it is lost in the transition.
- The parade goes on and marches on from the South side of this nowhere town. Making it through one more day is hard when there is no beginning, and the end is out of sight. Repeating yesterday is endless without a face because tomorrow never shows up.
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