by Stellar » Tue Oct 30, 2007 8:16 pm
On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
I don't need to fear, fear you
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
My secret arsenal is an infinite ageless inkwell
It's a fountain of youth and a patriot's weapon of choice
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
I don't need to fear, fear you
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
On the tip of my tongue an offensive is poised and rearing
My intention a bullet, my body a trigger finger
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
I don't need to fear, fear you
Yeah, my pen is a Pistola
Incubus ~ Pistola
The pen baby!
While I'm at it lemme quote Chaucer from A Knight's Tale, "I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity."
The ability to write something and have it last for ages and be interpreted by people you could never dream of is far more satisfying then winning a battle (Don't get me wrong, both are equally important, without the propper course of history and all the battles waged, we would likely not be here, likewise without the education to read and write we could never follow our own paths and build our own morals to deter 'right' and 'wrong.')
~Wearing Vintage Misery~