I hope I don’t come back.
And I found myself looking at two dump trucks, fueling diesel with drivers yelling at each other over the engines…
Can’t help but feel like I’ve done this before…
(you’ve been hate-gazing on rednecks for twenty years)
Yeah..
They haven’t changed and neither have I..
(takes all kinds…)
Yes…for sewage.
It takes all kinds of sewage to paint this landscape I’m always hearing people gush over…
Walking, talking excrement.
Death is too kind.
Too kind to all the hostages involved..
If you stare at a fragment.. you’ll be reminded of the whole thing..
Then you might actually be right…death might be too kind for the likes of us.
dusk 