Radio once

We have before.

We will again.

Time to man up, son. show that face and make a name. let the bastards turn the mill for once.

You already crashed the gate.

It's just a matter of growing old now. sucking up. laying blame. hard lines culled from the shit-stained missives you tried so hard not to sate.

These aren't the good time winter mews. the beer end tossed back and blue.

We're talking the fucking future. something like progress.

Sand drawn from the dust.

Cowards call.

Ends...