there is only sex and an estranged lover's tale.
and i'm on my way to allison's house.
at first, it was kind of upsetting knowing that everyone thought of me as a piece of shit. some stupid, ugly fag with social issues and a bad history. but it's not that upsetting anymore. after the rage is burnt out, there is only silence. humility.
after the last candle is blown, the last cigarette is put on the ashtray, words are barely spoken. for me, there were no tears. no screaming into pillows. only rage, and then sadness, and then confusion. always, even now, there is the burning want-- no, need for revenge. sweet revenge. the last few months, all i have been doing is staying up late at night, listening to music, and staring at my reflection, or the night sky, until i fall asleep.
and i now realize that everything is a lie. not only everything that everyone said, but things that people value. marriage, many marriages are a lie.
money will not save you from the ravenous, deep ocean.
beauty is nothing. just an opinion. a blind man does not know the difference between a beautiful woman and a hag. a deaf man cannot hear the sweetness of the hag's voice. and the blind man may be confused by the hags sweet voice and the beautiful woman's hoarse articulation.
love, is only hormones in your body, chemical reactions, things in your head. love is just a trick to get us to reproduce, or for homosexuals, sexual relief. you may think i say this as a naive, little boy, but how would you know? we can only barely begin to understand ourselves, our emotions.
everyone lied to me. the only truth is that everything comes to an end... and some things never begin.
at first, it was kind of upsetting knowing that everyone thought of me as a piece of shit. some stupid, ugly fag with social issues and a bad history. but it's not that upsetting anymore. after the rage is burnt out, there is only silence. humility.
after the last candle is blown, the last cigarette is put on the ashtray, words are barely spoken. for me, there were no tears. no screaming into pillows. only rage, and then sadness, and then confusion. always, even now, there is the burning want-- no, need for revenge. sweet revenge. the last few months, all i have been doing is staying up late at night, listening to music, and staring at my reflection, or the night sky, until i fall asleep.
and i now realize that everything is a lie. not only everything that everyone said, but things that people value. marriage, many marriages are a lie.
money will not save you from the ravenous, deep ocean.
beauty is nothing. just an opinion. a blind man does not know the difference between a beautiful woman and a hag. a deaf man cannot hear the sweetness of the hag's voice. and the blind man may be confused by the hags sweet voice and the beautiful woman's hoarse articulation.
love, is only hormones in your body, chemical reactions, things in your head. love is just a trick to get us to reproduce, or for homosexuals, sexual relief. you may think i say this as a naive, little boy, but how would you know? we can only barely begin to understand ourselves, our emotions.
everyone lied to me. the only truth is that everything comes to an end... and some things never begin.