

The Next Big ThingNobody knows who you are. Wandering aimlessly through life Is the best you can hope to achieve. That is, unless you dream to be Something new and exciting.The Next Big Thing
Show yourself to the world. Pick up the tool of your choice And change people's lives. A pen, a guitar, an idea. Paint the scene a new black.
Bring your plans to fruition. Everyone is waiting For the newest success To bring colour and warmth To their hearts and minds.
It's all up to you. Take centre stage And prove yourself To the masses. Make dreams a real


Death in the Boondocksyour violent facade is fading.Death in the Boondocks
you walk the edges of town and make misery feel like malt liquor, hard and hazy
and painfully addicting.
you carry a loaded semi-automatic and preach the wickedness of gun violence. you feel weighted and
sunk to the bottom of the Charles.
in the South, the streets crumple and you feel violently double-crossed by the dead weight of morning as you sit in your car and watch the city bleed.
at Quincy, the rows of 4th of July ribbons deride you
as you stumble by; the air is bubbling and you don’t have any more legs
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"Like violence, you have me; Forever and after."
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I drank the water of your soul.
Thinking back, I was yours.
Drowned in the water of your soul.
(Breed 77 - Numb)
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"Like violence, you have me; Forever and after."
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Silence will save me from being wrong but it will also deprive me of the possibility of being right
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"Every artist was first an amateur."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, Letters and Social Aims: Progress of Culture, 1876
US essayist & poet (1803 - 1882)
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