Feelings

Think: Americana - The Offspring!

What to do with them?

There always there, lurching.

Some of them good,

some of them are stinking up the place.

What do they mean?

Sorrow, sweet regrets:

no non of that!

More like fear:

"All the good stuff is gone and won't be back"

Aaaaahhhh...!

I sure hope they get better.

For now comparable to a chainsaw trashing a car.

GET BETTER.

Know everybody's suffocating ...

Oh God what a stench.

Let the sky be clear again.

I've earned it. Don't you fucking agree?