honey you look like a scraped bag,

Jul 04, 2007 01:57

THE PAST is no excuse for THE PRESENT.

sick of floating around like mob corpse effluvia i am about to make a Really Bad Decision unfortunately i'm terrible at keeping my mouth shut i break silence like laws. wait no everything i do is one hundred percent legal i'm a fucking saint, ok, or at least i'll be dressed sort of like one at repetitive warehouse party #570487620 on saturday when i slink on stage at 3 in the morning in front of a landfill of drunk hipster trash calling itself creative in a last-ditch effort to get into the pants of the cosmos. i'm not bitter oh wait yes i am. i'd give up but i have nothing to give! so instead i'll take! this all makes perfect sense unfortunately i'd rather make money. seem to have misplaced my identity i don't really exist anymore time to fake my death & flee the planet i mean move along nothing to see here or ever, cat got your eyes? when i close mine i can see through my eyelids i think this is serious, all else has failed i saw its report card full of tear & blood stains. it was, in a word, intense

have a seizure & call it art! increasingly absurd manners of achieving / deluding oneself into thinking one has achieved success. as a professional failure have to learn to think it is not succeeding, but failing to fail, that is my goal. brain cells are docile & gullible animals, wooly-eyed lambs basically, they should take little convincing. especially mine i mean send them to bed without their dinner? they'll sob for hours, write horrible poetry with their overrun mascara, & obey your every word to the letter like it's going out of style & into the fire. BRAIN CELLS IN CHAINS it has a future, entrepreneurially, well see if you haven't noticed i've deteriorated a little by which i mean a lot by which i mean i don't have a problem, i AM the problem. i dissolve in solution. chemistry work your fucking magic.

all's fair in love & gore right. please tell me you saw that one coming from down the hallway, i outfitted it in alarming shades of pink just for your unobservant little darlings of eyes. those corneas really accentuate their curves. FIVE SIX PICK UP STYX then drop it like it's tepid. for example: "any last words?" "no." could save your life. more than you can do, right. question marks are just bullet holes with big ideas, no matter what i've said before, i was probably delusional. which i can't even imagine now i mean imagine not being firmly 100% completely COMPREHENSIBLY totally thesaurically in love with reality, i can't even think of it, i can't even keep a straight face when [however convincingly] spouting this bullshit please let july be over already i have interstellar business to attend to, mars called it wants its spiders back, & well i can drive a mean spaceship, out of its mind & back in 30 minutes or your apocalypse is free.
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