always
almost everynight i see the silent brown man on the corner. he stares at me, and i look away, quickly, hoping he won't notice my replied look. always he is there. consistant, and somber. i know he is sad, but we both know he can never leave. i pitty the brown man. he pitties me. i want to talk to him, but it would be insane to tey to talk to him. all alone on his corner. when i saw him tonite, i realised that i love him, and will miss him greatly.
green envy. the jolly giant among men. he is me, and i am him. we are one, and i am a fool.
operating on a channel of life with bad sound, and a worse picture. things arn't always what they seem, and sometimes it's worse when they are. the truth will set you free. it might be like unleashing a tsunami on the hearts and emotions of others, but it will set you free. free from a prison of your own making. a prison fat worse than any built by man. no, the prisons in your head are the kind without windows, doors, light, or contact. slowly you scrape at the walls. walls covered with the images or your worst fears, and greatest failures. insanity can drive a man mad.
i'm the one your bank wanred you about. you smug fuck. even though i didn't kill you, know that it more than crossed my mind. made me want to invent a new type of death. a special one for arrogant feinds such as yourself. just wait, oh just wait. i might not have done it today, but some day, after my own prison eats me alive and i decide to do all these things, you will find out about pain and death.
green envy. the jolly giant among men. he is me, and i am him. we are one, and i am a fool.
operating on a channel of life with bad sound, and a worse picture. things arn't always what they seem, and sometimes it's worse when they are. the truth will set you free. it might be like unleashing a tsunami on the hearts and emotions of others, but it will set you free. free from a prison of your own making. a prison fat worse than any built by man. no, the prisons in your head are the kind without windows, doors, light, or contact. slowly you scrape at the walls. walls covered with the images or your worst fears, and greatest failures. insanity can drive a man mad.
i'm the one your bank wanred you about. you smug fuck. even though i didn't kill you, know that it more than crossed my mind. made me want to invent a new type of death. a special one for arrogant feinds such as yourself. just wait, oh just wait. i might not have done it today, but some day, after my own prison eats me alive and i decide to do all these things, you will find out about pain and death.