I've completely went left of centre now but I felt DOL could use a change, I'm also thinking of compiliing a book of poetry a long with my usual songwriting.
Bullets And Sperm
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Looking down the barrel of an emptied revolver I feel moved to the point that I empathise with the bullets that left the magazine behind. I find bullets to be less prone to exaggeration than my fellow man, they’re straight to the point, there’s no pretension with a bullet only death. I used to put my trust in sperm but they are by nature much less reliable than my acquaintance the bullet, sperm often meanders and in the direst situation they mightn’t even reach their destination.
However I do tend to be less formal when I converse with my sperm, my bullets demand my utmost attention, they expect me to hang on their every word and who am I to argue with their habitual prowess. My sperm on the other hand is quite like a liberalist politician who may be a bit of a fop but is generally more genial than my firmly national socialist bullets. To be honest though they’ll both screw me over at some point, I’m certain of it, but to die at the hand of sperm is somewhat less impressive than going down under a hail of bullets or maybe it's the other way round?
Bullets And Sperm
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Looking down the barrel of an emptied revolver I feel moved to the point that I empathise with the bullets that left the magazine behind. I find bullets to be less prone to exaggeration than my fellow man, they’re straight to the point, there’s no pretension with a bullet only death. I used to put my trust in sperm but they are by nature much less reliable than my acquaintance the bullet, sperm often meanders and in the direst situation they mightn’t even reach their destination.
However I do tend to be less formal when I converse with my sperm, my bullets demand my utmost attention, they expect me to hang on their every word and who am I to argue with their habitual prowess. My sperm on the other hand is quite like a liberalist politician who may be a bit of a fop but is generally more genial than my firmly national socialist bullets. To be honest though they’ll both screw me over at some point, I’m certain of it, but to die at the hand of sperm is somewhat less impressive than going down under a hail of bullets or maybe it's the other way round?
