Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Orange is the new...

I guess Michael Stipe isn't too pleased that this song has brand new relevance.  I'm not either but it's all I've thought about since November.  I hear the tattoo of the drums at the end of the bridge like machine gun fire, right behind my eyes.  Right beside my head.  I was never afraid of overkill, you know?  Burn the planet and everyone goes at once.  It's watching things crumble that hurts.  It's watching people suffer.

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