Fuck.
I am Cone Alone.
These new security measures are low-tech, but highly effective.
I really should have just paid my fare.
I think I learned my lesson.
I am Cone Alone.
I used to have friends.
I like to pretend they were swept away in the endless currents of life, taking us all on different paths of career, adventure and family.
If I’m honest, they probably left because I was always talking trash.
I am Cone Alone.
You left this morning.
I tried to stop you in your tracks.
But you had to go.
I am Cone Alone.
This time of year has me wondering: what are people celebrating?
I just can’t understand buying more stuff and eating too much food.
What does that accomplish?
I also have a hard time justifying human holidays built on violence and religious supremacy.
So, I think I’ll sit this one out and watch the trains go by, hoping they bring a better society.
I may be waiting a while.
I am Cone Alone.
I bet you think you’re so slick.
Hop into the driver’s seat and let’s race.
I’ll clean your clock.
I am Cone Alone.
You didn’t bring a mop?
Oh no. I know what you’re thinking.
Do I look like a cleaning device?
I am not putting my head in that nasty water.
I am Cone Alone.
Some may call me alarmist.
I think I am just cautious.
I am playing it safe.
I am Cone Alone.
Cone Alone 