When everything goes to shit,
the world is a bleak, muted, grey.
When you fall off that fucking horse
the only choice is to get back on and keep riding.
When that bitch life rears his monstrous face
you beat him into submission until he bleeds crimson red.
When all things go to hell, I'll get the guns, the pack, and the dog
and we'll really have to see where the road takes us.
But today is beautiful.
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