Maybe the sales will flow in during the 11th hour?
As Friend From Work #2 says, "We're on the Titanic, only there is no Leo DiCaprio."
words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup • they slither while they pass • they slip away across the universe • pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind • possessing and caressing me
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
"I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers..." Exodus 20:5
"Then he will say to those on his left, 'Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels." Matthew 25:41
"If anyone's name was not found written in the book of life, he was thrown into the lake of fire." Revelation 20:15