Hey All You Beautiful Motherfuckers!

Let's fuck the skulls of our dead everything. The flower in the fist of our pain is all we have and all we will ever have. And we drag what little is left behind us. We drag it along by the dead hand of our love because we have no choice, because we have no other way. The bird turns its head and looks at you then looks away. The trees scream their leaves then they fall away. It all falls away. And when it is over, it will not have mattered because we will have gone back into what we came from forever. And it is beautiful, I tell you. It is goddamn beautiful!