I step out in the road to feel the cool beneath my feet. I wonder if they will stop for me or if they'll ever come at all. The city stretches out beneath me, a reminder to a generation raised without stars. I hear the engines roll up and I know they are for me. So sucking my last free breath of re-invented air. Here's your freedom, "do what we say", a stolen gift from a politician. Deletion: directive of chrome.
1 | The Earth Isn't Humming |
2 | There Will Be No More Scum |
3 | Conditioned |
4 | Out-Circuit The Ending |
5 | Explosions |
6 | Invisible Time Lines |
7 | Psaurcacneosisa |
8 | The Misaligned Men Of Flomaton |