I can be selfish, it's exhausting, im worn out and about to fade out
I can't even get my streaming thoughts to load at a pace which constitutes a seamless knit
I'm holes in an old sweater that you still wear because you think it's goodluck
Luck, has nothing to do with it
Evaporating rapidly, rapidly precipitating, but no condensation on my mind
remember the water cycle? Well, it happens all the damn time
No control over tone control, lash out with your bats out, here is my ape shit piece of mind
Coin collections consisting of absolutely no coins, what's that mean? Absolutely nothing.
A profound interest in dissecting your brain like Operation, I want to smash your stupid red nose and rip out the alarm in your vocal box, stop fucking beeping at me
Oracle oh oracle, present your blinking light beams of impenetrable power and massacre, BELOW ME ARE THE DEPICTIONS OF A SERIOUS GUMMY BEAR
Digress I must, for if I stay on the chosen path I will dig it up and change it's direction, just to throw you off, because I'm a horrible mean jackass, get over it china doll I've got some porcelain to patch your misery, but only if you count on getting pushed off the shelf.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Understanding that I do not Understand
Labels:
Dog Food,
Failing,
Rice Crispies,
Torn Sweaters,
Writing
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