Thursday, November 10, 2011

Every night I lay myself down to sleep,

I ask myself these questions three:
What the fuck are we fighting for?
What the fuck are we fighting for?
What the fuck are we fighting for?

4 comments:

not eb said...

That's the same question, guy.

not eb said...

Hey, look at this guy, taking a creative writing course.

not eb said...

The high-pitched screamer says the first part and then the low-pitched screamer says the second part and then the low-pitched screamer screams out numbers while the other guy does the other thing.

M. Sáflo said...

Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,
"Is life worth living? Should I blast myself?"