Blessed are the ransacked and
the rogues with sleepy lids.
Blessed are the stiffs holding can openers at 3 am.
Blessed are the loafs that make love
to themselves because no one else will bother.
For it is written, that everyone will
evade such titles even if it fits like a glove.
You will never see the pathetic.
You will never catch them knowing exactly who they are.
Blessed are the masters of escape.
Blessed are the creators of trickery
and the masks we wear in the
faces of the opposition.
Ray Strickland11/12/2010
:)
and blessed is the one who wrote this. Ray, is there any chance you can extend this a bit more? :)
Thank you so much for your
Thank you so much for your kind word brother...and yes,I could definitely expand.
Very good, and
Very good, and thought-provoking.
Thank you Sanctus.That means
Thank you Sanctus.That means the world to me.Much appreciated.
Cheers brother.