Just Two More Years. There’s Only Two More Years.
So Hold On.
I intended to sleep tonight, had sincere convictions in doing such; fuck roommates and sex fiends posing as if truly exhibiting compassion, when in all actuality, merely possessing a predilection to be solely theoretical friends. I think their wry correlation would be foolish to ignore. I sometimes feel like the universe is always giving you these little signs- you must simply be receptive to their injection. Maybe, more likely, it speaks of the art involved in reading people; and if such is done sufficiently, a lot of pain and anguish may easily be avoided through foresight. Yesssss.
So, alas, instead of resting my troubled head, I tarry in a parking garage some 2 miles from my place of residence- with my loyal canine companion, writing silly musings with a tired, and thus subpar, eye. I think the appeal of such a structure lies in the open skies- fully visible, daunting, and, subsequently, stunningly beautiful. Watching the sunrise and listening to the birds twittering about really gets my rocks off. There’s just something so serene about this scene. Perhaps it is purely a narrative detailing the convergence of nature’s peaceful, intrinsic attributes and man’s crudity- trapping me from full engrossment in such. The sense of duality, being effortlessly recognizable, is utterly refreshing. All right, enough of this jizztasm.
The hardest thing about this plot,
Is the character’s sincerity in what they’ve got.
Shooting as if it’s all just habit now,
The film got out, but was never felt, somehow.
Rated R for the skin, not soul
And we all saw it, so we know-
That it was something better left un-shot,
Should’ve let it die, should’ve let it rot.
The intended nub never bled through,
For it was displayed in the actor’s faces- lacking hue.
And in it’s place, a somber march
For gains unworthy, undeserving of their time-
For they’ll never realize how much further they now are
From finding any soundness in their minds.
Tonight make me un-stop-pa-ble and I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle them with my wit.
Tonight make me un-stop-pa-ble and I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle, I will outshine you all.
I intended to sleep tonight, had sincere convictions in doing such; fuck roommates and sex fiends posing as if truly exhibiting compassion, when in all actuality, merely possessing a predilection to be solely theoretical friends. I think their wry correlation would be foolish to ignore. I sometimes feel like the universe is always giving you these little signs- you must simply be receptive to their injection. Maybe, more likely, it speaks of the art involved in reading people; and if such is done sufficiently, a lot of pain and anguish may easily be avoided through foresight. Yesssss.
So, alas, instead of resting my troubled head, I tarry in a parking garage some 2 miles from my place of residence- with my loyal canine companion, writing silly musings with a tired, and thus subpar, eye. I think the appeal of such a structure lies in the open skies- fully visible, daunting, and, subsequently, stunningly beautiful. Watching the sunrise and listening to the birds twittering about really gets my rocks off. There’s just something so serene about this scene. Perhaps it is purely a narrative detailing the convergence of nature’s peaceful, intrinsic attributes and man’s crudity- trapping me from full engrossment in such. The sense of duality, being effortlessly recognizable, is utterly refreshing. All right, enough of this jizztasm.
The hardest thing about this plot,
Is the character’s sincerity in what they’ve got.
Shooting as if it’s all just habit now,
The film got out, but was never felt, somehow.
Rated R for the skin, not soul
And we all saw it, so we know-
That it was something better left un-shot,
Should’ve let it die, should’ve let it rot.
The intended nub never bled through,
For it was displayed in the actor’s faces- lacking hue.
And in it’s place, a somber march
For gains unworthy, undeserving of their time-
For they’ll never realize how much further they now are
From finding any soundness in their minds.
Tonight make me un-stop-pa-ble and I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle them with my wit.
Tonight make me un-stop-pa-ble and I will charm, I will slice, I will dazzle, I will outshine you all.