I think for Halloween this year I'll be happy. Or a Flintstone. I'll be happy or Fred Flintstone.
The rocks will wear away, the trees will grown as just as soon fall, the birds will sing and eventually burst into a mess of blood and feathers. Clockwork. We all die. Nothing at all ever happens. The moment something good happens its real intentions are revealed and you find yourself sitting at a computer and typing your life away. Conor Oberst sings my blues. He's making money and getting famous simply for being able to make me feel like shit. But the shit is ever so infectious so I listen and continue to buy his albums.
Nothing at all ever happens. I don't read other livejournals anymore. It's too painful for me. There's a reason I write like this. There's a reason about poetic nothingness. Because I don't do anything ever! NOTHING AT ALL EVER HAPPENS! Yet, I'm getting popular. And you continue to read my entries.
We're all members of the same cannabalistic food chain. I don't know if I spelled cannabalistic wrong and I'm not going to check. I have plenty of time, but I just don't care. If you're still clinging tightly to the branch of reality and trying to make something of yourself, don't let go. I mean, I'd love company, but I don't deserve it.
"Nothing at all ever happens," he says as the moss continues to grow on his limbs.
Nothing at all ever happens. I don't read other livejournals anymore. It's too painful for me. There's a reason I write like this. There's a reason about poetic nothingness. Because I don't do anything ever! NOTHING AT ALL EVER HAPPENS! Yet, I'm getting popular. And you continue to read my entries.
We're all members of the same cannabalistic food chain. I don't know if I spelled cannabalistic wrong and I'm not going to check. I have plenty of time, but I just don't care. If you're still clinging tightly to the branch of reality and trying to make something of yourself, don't let go. I mean, I'd love company, but I don't deserve it.
"Nothing at all ever happens," he says as the moss continues to grow on his limbs.