Acid Pops for the Soul

Timing is everything.

When we wake up, memories are what remain. Things that happen become shadows dancing on a far away stage.

Virtual reality is afoot; 3D glasses, holograms, and hovercrafts - brace yourselves.

Fight against child sex trafficking.

For we receive the due reward of our deeds.

If you’re one of the deprived, one of the oppressed, one of the unlucky ones, do you just stand there and take it? Live off the scraps of others? Retreat? Or do you fight back? Rise up? Resist?

If you could only see the beauty that can come from ashes.

Now my head told me to go this way.

No guts no fear, even though the possibility of crashing is here. I know that I’ll soon make it there.

I miss you and your Warsieness, James.

In history, like… like 600 years ago. Whatever. There were these people called the diggers. They had no money, but they said, “Fuck that. Fuck money, fuck tax, fuck Cromwell. Why don’t we just live here on this hill and do some diggin’?” They were proper party-animals as well. Grew their own drugs and stuff. And there was this genius lord who had a big, massive house out in the woods, yeah? And he would invite all the diggers down, yeah? Down to jig. Jiggin’ diggers. We are diggers, you are diggers and tonight we’re gonna have a digger party.

Look up and the sky was broken. All you want is a rainbow, and all you get is the rain.