Who will read these poems when the people are gone?
Hardcore without punk isn't music, it's a genre of porn. And punk isn't a genre of music, it’s a thought process.
And you’re stuck like a hook through the roof of your mouth Tired of living for your sick days Every day makes you sick Tired of living just get paid When you’re dying to live but you can’t
Our lives are mere flashes of light in an infinitely empty universe. In 12 years of education the most important lesson I have learned is that what we see as “normal” living is truly a travesty of our potential. In a society so governed by superf...
