Vice City

May 05, 2007 15:16

How many times will the mouse attempt to seize the cheese? Probably more times than you’d think; a sad song, read on…. Aside from curiosity, perpetual masochism makes you take it out on me. Without a doubt I see how the fallacy got the best of me. While, the rest of me reside indifferent and inconsolably deprived considering the strife free life designed by default but no one listens you see; a sad song, read on….

You see, it’s a simple formula. Every Lush knows that there’s no solace at the bottom of that fucking bottle. A kind of a realization stuffed with chunks of irony fresh from the oven. When that bottle hit’s 90 degrees this whole thought process starts, gets mulled over, continues then dies. Nice. With that being said, nirvana seems like a weapon of mass destruction. There’s no need to shed a single shred of pity in a situation such as this. In terms of progression let’s call it a slow-motion explosion, and I use the term progression loosely.
Where’s the refuge in chaos? I’m I the only one standing still on the killing field? Guess so. Take it from Switzerland, mediocrity owns. Symbiosis never got anyone anywhere, well alone anyway.

You maybe something to everyone, but you're nothing to everyone else.
 Kill the messenger why don't you.

In a city like this, people drop everything to watch the sun set, it just happens. So intern, when you’re as bright as you are don’t expect no one to be watching when you crash and burn.
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