Middle finger

Looking back at the beautiful day we all had, drinking this one year old which tastes bitter merely because it hasn’t matured properly but it’s deep enough to keep the thoughts going. Being taught so much by a one year old and coming to realise that so much wouldn’t have happened without her, irregardless of her high prices we’re working towards a single goal, chasing the legacy. Leaving footprints for the next generation to follow and praying they aren’t stuck in the bottle longer than we were. At a point in life we had our compasses at the bottom of the bottle not knowing our roots were circulated to failure until we managed to think outside it.

Signing deals that tie the last knot is still better than selling our souls for our families to eat, how could we feed them blood? We’d rather starve to death than to have our souls lost to the world, having to write what we fear due to entertaining individuals who aren’t worried if we’re fed or starving. We’d rather be in the booth cooking art for children below the ages of ten than to have the auxiliary cable stuck in our burnt souls.

Signing this deal...