Oddjob

directionless, i've wandered, oblivious to opening windows, surrounding the wounded and smoking the tires to dust, with the color of rust, imbedded deep inside my head like an egg inside a nest...it's warm in here but i'm comfortable an i could use this rest, so take a step back and look... you tell a stupid joke too many times, and you're accountable, it's not not ok to laugh. one day you're gonna realize that what you need is free. who blew out the candle, artificial light makes your skin glow smoothing out wrinkles from living under powerlines, i can see the static hissing from the ground, a mess for all occasions. you paid for this, you paid for this and it goes to show you.