Focus (310/365)

Focus (310/365), a photo by elawgrrl on Flickr.

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Today is backlit with selective focus.

TIMESHARES - "Focus, Eddie"

Well I'm no longer waiting for the daylight to go and fade. While puppets pretend to be debating, the cost of breathing will inflate, evermore. Hold on to air that's getting lost. Staged attacks make them a killing from the threat they keep instilled while the chemtrails continue illing and the textbooks keep our youth chilled. Need no lore. Your secrets all have washed ashore. It's enough to turn your stomach out, if you've got the sense to open your ears to the sound. Fuck complacency and fuck our doubt. We're spitting blood to make up for all of those that couldn't shout when we say we've had enough. The elite continue drilling through the black and red that spilled. Naive feet will foot the billing until the bottom line is filled, evermore. But now your shoes have marked the floor. It's enough to turn your stomach out, if you've got the sense to open your ears to the sound. Fuck complacency and fuck our doubt. We're spitting blood to make up for all of those that couldn't shout when we say we've had enough. You try to cover all this up with doctored news, but the pills are sweet. I've read the news with sooth. So here I stand up now, eyesight blurred but I cite right. What we lack in strength, we make up with our minds.