It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.

Our species is the only creative species, and it has only one creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man. Nothing was ever created by two men. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of man.

-John Steinbeck

Jaunt- by: unknown forgotten

Black coffee
Hats off to you
I'll break your glasses with my shoe

Dirty laundry
I'm talking to you
I'll break your hand with my shoe

Playful mockery
They'll take care of you
I'll break your soul with my heel

I love you really
We're playing with you
I'll break your heart with how I feel

Concrete Tide- by: unknown forgotten

The people are dressed up
and they're up to no good
They're riding that old concrete wave
It's rippling to the future
Like a monsoon of the interstate
Road rash crumbling highways splash
Flowing ever towards downtown
Double yellow lines rolling like massive hills all around
It's a tidal wave into the future
all the people are getting ready for the worst
Their neck ties are their compass's
to ride the tide down south to prosper
The current will glide them easily
in their cars and surfboards alike
They're wearing their nice shoes tonight
They're holding up liqour stores
Hoarding all they can get
and preparing to ride this concrete wave into the future

It's like something I can't really feel.

Where are you going?
No.
Where are you going?
So this is it.
I'll take a cab.
Where are you going?
No.
It's too late to be tomorrow.
There's too much sound to hear the ocean.