meat mission

speed up as i advance, fume the road. as you enter the machine, you become it.
time to stand up for oneself methinks.
time to hail.
time to cram the chickens in. many mouths to feed.
an interesting case - your world became limited and empathy ran dry, you started to construct characters to please.
delicate arm candy, you can work the room.
the awkward horoscope you read aloud was rather close to home (even though those things are bullshit).
i sat there speeding, you wished i would stop (and so did i, so did i).
i was a nurse, dressed as a rabbit, crying.
she was an ugly sister.
you could hear the chew. the joke was on you.
we met in the west end and it didnt seem real... 2 worlds out there.
2 types of folk.
my time is mine now, and i cant let you win.