Life leaves you surprised.
Slaps you in the eyes.
If I were a communist, a rich man would bale me.
The opposite applies.
The morning light.
Another fresh fight.
Another row, right, right, right, right.
You don't have to be weird to be wired.
You don't have to be an American brand.
You don't have to be strange to be strangled.
You don't have to be weird to be wrangled.