if you can't make up your mind on how infectious you should be. Then my advice would be to cry your self asleep and when your wraped in dreams tie your noose and put on your catholic shoes and keep on breathing in your past and rise another glass. and if you where to stumble through the grave yard tonite i'd show you how to rise the dead.Working your fingures over dry bones. i learned the trade from those who came before me and passed like a ghost of water and whisky . this is why the back wards souls travel . we'll build them up and hide our actions in the dirt. how can we forget everything you sell we can build god out of glass beacuse the sun was born with a silver spoon in its burning mass and concived chirst in your vains. this is for my procession of travelers .
