Jack Conte

What a game we play in this arena. Its called:
"haul your ass, or youll be eaten."
Fill your mouth, dont be shy, have a bite now. He wasnt fast enough, so hes in the dark now. Thats the way it will be in the land of the free. And the man in the moon (made of dust) laughs at us! No! Dont laugh at us!
Ill keep me calm with a slew of convictions. Nothing sings like a good distraction. I wish my head was a page in a printer: trash bad thoughts with the click of a finger.
With the crack of a gun and the snap of a bone we will fall to our knees, and were gone, and we wont come back. NOW, Im alive! And my soul is on fire. And I breathe, and I love, and I sing, and you cant stop me!
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