JohnConstantine

Local Disturbances

🖤🖤🖤 In the land of the lost, I boil down the thoughts, in her hand are the courts, and the monopoly of force, and he just a loner, dreaming of atonement, discard the things in the moment, the kids can't reason with the grown ups, local disturbances, the locals have heard again, hopeful and turbulent, soulful and hurtin' inside where it's burning implied was the hurt within time all the cursing subsides and the search begins never had the best of vision addicted to the repetition intimating expositions trying to get the deaf to listen it's written in the cards and letters they suffer for the art together ask which part of the heart was severed, they make it beat like the large professor, discard the pills and the base, cause they building foundations, draw nill if she thinks she could field his replacement, fill the soul cavity, the next involved actually, expects his role to be to protect the whole family, and he plays swamp dogg singing the baby's mine, and he thinks he's on top but he's wasting his time, reclusive and taciturn, fills up a glass of bourbon, still love to dance with her but she'll want half his earnings...