Without Armor
by The Cable Car Theory· from The Deconstruction
Walking without armor amongst men with swords for tongues I find that
this conception of what our lives really mean to be malleable. So let
the new debasers trample the works of Des Cartes and Thoreau in a
desperate attempt to justify their own uselessness. Et tu, Brute? Who
once stood by my side and smiled? Maybe as I spit my last breath there
will be clarity and the "Straight Path" will be revealed. Et tu, Brute?