9.11.2008

Cuz everyone deserves the flames


Life is not a chocolate box - it's a fucking piñata!

Aphorisms always degrade themselves to plattitudes. And the villain always gets the girl. Don't you want a happy ending?

Epileptic spasms. Coffee hyper. Contrasting feelings compressing my chest. Easier said than done with the bending but not breaking. Always have to be active and achieve to avoid the bad feelings. Just want people to like me.

Straw Dog - Something Corporate

Staring into the intersection
She thinks that she can fly and she might
Holding on in a new direction
She’s gonna try it tonight
The closer I get to feeling
The further that I’m feeling from alright
The more I step into the sun
The more I step out of the light

Jessica is covered in a blanket
On a sunday porch
Thinking on the weekends
She would party in the city
She doesn’t have a flame
She’d prefer to burn out
Like a torch
If she gets nowhere in life
At least she knows she’s pretty

She says
Hey now the straw dog’s out in the street
Hey now there’s chemicals in the clouds
Hey now they’re calling all the police
But they wont get to us anyhow

The moon is shining now
And shadows are what’s left of all the noise
Simple silhouettes and cut outs
As if we had a choice
He listens closely now
Swears that he can hear a voice
That’s calling him

And saying

Hey now the straw dog’s out in the street
Hey now there’s chemicals in the clouds
Hey now there calling all the police
But they wont get to us anyhow... no

What does it take to be a super hero in my world
Make no mistake that these villains always get the girl
We can escape and then we’d skate away from all of this
But no one ever does

Today I had two fears. Fear when I realized how close the future really is. Where will I be?! And.
Have I lost myself?!
Can't even see where I'm going.

How influenced are we really by people in our vicinity?
People I spend alot of time with color me. Sometimes. Paints me blue or pink or black. Or sunshine yellow.
Some days are worth everything. Even if thoughts in a compulsive manner revolves around the same thing.

I want brain craze. Do the things I'm not supposed to. Narcissistic drama queen.
Love to be crazy. Which tend to scare away most people.

Oh, as a by the way, I found the graveyard I woke up in once upon a time, by the way.

i am not so serious
this passion is a plagerism
i might join your century
but only on a rare occasion

When you're gone, would you even turn to say...