We’re more than a no more bigger than.
If you understand, I could face my views due East towards the sunset.
But it will probably circle right back onto myself, like a dog chewing its tail.
Or a goldfish trapped in a bowl
Or a regular human being working day to day in some shitty dead end job whilst they believe if they probably just had a little more backbone, or motivation, or style they might succeed.
Succeed how? Like get a promotion now? Get a better job now? Go to school right now! Now!
This is boring, but probably correct.
Corrects usually boring, if not satisfying it’s usually boring.
Bad guys finish first because they aren’t correct right?
Why do we know who Capone is? But not the guy that took him down? You know who he was? Some tax man with a penchant for numbers, beautiful.
We care about Capone, not a tax guy and that’s final.
Wrong is right and correct is boring.
So slink around and do something dirty, wash your hands and feel it slide off.
You know what I’m talking about…
That grime, that sludge, that grim grimy grime and that sludgy sludge all over your hopeless hands and there you are, the bad guy, the sinner simply washing off all that muck.