Ignite My Passion

I’d recommend anyone with brown skin in the Boston area to take shelter. A recreation of salem may occur in the near future. The hysteria of the masses is mindless violence.

I’ve noticed a lot people talking on my feed about how horrible whore shaming is and how negative it is to female rights. I laugh at this routinely because for the life me I can’t understand why these people think they are so special. Our society has shamed virgins for choosing to stay that way just as badly, especially these whore shaming advocates.  Why can’t you just let peoples personal decisions rest on both sides of this utterly BS argument.

People do what they do, and their business is not your business. STFU.

Life fills with a crisp breath of frozen air

I can’t believe it’s a winter without you

I saw they cut out the mountains, they don’t let us near that place now

I remember when we’d jump off those cliffs

Brothers in arms nothing to fear from a short drop

The long falls only give you time to think

I heard our paint has faded off that peak

A childish accomplishment we thought was in stone

I saw they cut out the mountains, they don’t stand with us anymore

The spring run off will be cutting a saints path

Saints don’t follow this flow they only try to swim up stream

Those rich people living in fancy houses will never know

We drank from that river and lived for the day

I saw they cut out the mountains, but they still cast shadows over the valley

“No I don’t want to go outside.”

‘Why?’

“Because no matter where I go trouble finds me, and I am tired. I have seen too many faces go in and out of my life through a casket or a door. I like being alone, I only have to worry about myself here.”

The point bit the skin like a knifing twinge straight to the artery

It always feels so weird having it under the skin just before it burns

Warmth contrasts the dark lighting around me as the world grows dimmer

Fire burns inside my flesh only to consume my soul

I hate when I move some where new and I wake up in morning wondering where the hell I am.

I felt the car rolling towards its side opposite of my seat. I wasn’t wearing a seat belt and as it tipped I started bouncing in the car. I felt shattered glass spray across my body before I impacted the other side smashing my head on… Some thing I’m not sure. Every thing was moving so slowly. I opened my eyes and every thing was still except for the dinging of the door ajar. I cringed at the taste of blood in my mouth and spit it out onto my face. Brother what have we gotten into this time? I looked to the side. I felt him laying under me, still breathing. I was on the right side to crawl out. I used the steering column to get footing and pulled myself up with the door handle. I opened the door, damn this looks so much easier to do in movies I thought to myself as I pulled myself out of the car. I got onto my stomach and looked down at my brother. He looked bruised but fine, no visceral gore was scattered around us save the little bit of blood I spit out of my mouth. What have we done this time?