~ Persistence ~ though I might get cross I don't write a lot of hooks fact is I don't like to beat around the bush and tactics like that aren't my kind of push rather stab in deeper and make them beleaguered wondering where's it even end cause I'm a sick creature and I don't like to reverse until I've finished what I began you can try if you wish while sitting in the bleachers but I'll make you a believer flipping your opinion of self from overachiever to chagrin standing on its head because I can't contain what's within my brain and I can't escape from its escapades so I express relentless perhaps in vain but perhaps some day it'll be the day that my exasperation finally takes a break and my aspirations can feel well placed when these aberrations become affirmation by generations finding veneration when they've learned to hate pacification and earn reparations for messy situations the past has made when they stayed placated by navigating from lacerating their character like tragic happenings of masses self assassinating to find a reclamation of what's less sedated more educated and contemplative than simply brainless and evaluate it with values unjaded by salutations to the clout of ain't shit about face from shameless ousting the state of playing blameless that's become outdated beyond antiquated and finally live up to the potentials they've been sitting upon while getting simply lost no more misplaced cost when the facade's ripped off like a mask of acting hiding factual loss so disasters can actually begin to be fixed before they cast us deeper into the abyss that has allowed us to keep committing sins cascading faster towards a cataclysm there's still time left so though often I find my mind feels like it's quite bereft I'll try to cope while speaking directly to those who otherwise are mentally deaf and have some hope that they'll learn to grow before there's nothing left I'm persistent in this vision quest while I'm living it isn't finished yet so I'll keep giving all I can until I've given all I have when my last tock ticks and I exit to go greet death with my final little gasping breath I hope by then to feel less livid and much more content but until then you'll just be stuck with this Justin hellbent on administration of justice if you're thankful just act appreciative but I've no fucks to be given if all you do is hate it just the one and it is amply stated every single time that you hear me playing so you can stay tuned or just tune me out but I'm going to spit true that's never been in doubt my voice your choice to choose to listen to more than just mere noise but I'm done with this particular tune so for now I'm out until the script's been reviewed to trounce confounded clowns with a compounded, visceral slew of writtens sick enough to spill their guts with a savage lust to smash them all back into dust because my average just picks shit up and elevates expectations to what's now greater that it was. ~Justin Farrow