life
hey guys wassup, me im chillin well heres a monolouge of mine im thinking about auditioning with tell me what you think.
see living in the ghetto there are a number of things i cuold do before my world ceased. theres always the option of going down to the corner liquor store and buying myself an cold forty ounce.Then go hang out with th winos on the curb. I could just drink, drink, drink until i was so messed up that i didnt even know my world was ending. I could judt clutch my bottle and laugh at the world i ahd no place in anyway, screaming my final words. After my last words are spoken, one might ask, " where will you go after your screams fade away, and you stand alone, stranded in your on echoes?" I can always escape, catch that 11:59 glass rocket, and fly to another world, one not known for return trips. But I realized thats price is to high. i still ahve the will to live and be some body. Who? iI dont know. But if some one is in search to survive, they search for any way possible. Maybe i need to find that exit. Maybe then i could live through this apocalypse. What better way to survive in a prison of pain an oppression, than to becaome a part of it. As i look at my life now, i realized there is no question about it. My world is coming to an end. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but my vision blurs when i try to see the day after. I fell there's no chance of trying to hide the fact, or even tryin to escape it. Hell, there's no use of even trying to pray, becasue god's children dont seem to live here anymore. So, what is left to do as the final hour draws closer and closer? There's only one thing i can do. I'll lower my head and cry now, for i know there will be no one here to mourn after my people have faded away.
hope you guys like tell me what you guys think honestly.
love always
borris
see living in the ghetto there are a number of things i cuold do before my world ceased. theres always the option of going down to the corner liquor store and buying myself an cold forty ounce.Then go hang out with th winos on the curb. I could just drink, drink, drink until i was so messed up that i didnt even know my world was ending. I could judt clutch my bottle and laugh at the world i ahd no place in anyway, screaming my final words. After my last words are spoken, one might ask, " where will you go after your screams fade away, and you stand alone, stranded in your on echoes?" I can always escape, catch that 11:59 glass rocket, and fly to another world, one not known for return trips. But I realized thats price is to high. i still ahve the will to live and be some body. Who? iI dont know. But if some one is in search to survive, they search for any way possible. Maybe i need to find that exit. Maybe then i could live through this apocalypse. What better way to survive in a prison of pain an oppression, than to becaome a part of it. As i look at my life now, i realized there is no question about it. My world is coming to an end. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but my vision blurs when i try to see the day after. I fell there's no chance of trying to hide the fact, or even tryin to escape it. Hell, there's no use of even trying to pray, becasue god's children dont seem to live here anymore. So, what is left to do as the final hour draws closer and closer? There's only one thing i can do. I'll lower my head and cry now, for i know there will be no one here to mourn after my people have faded away.
hope you guys like tell me what you guys think honestly.
love always
borris