Agrypnia and the need for speed.
Sometimes you just need to shoot a gun.
Because drugs are mostly boring. Because sex is mostly cheap. Because death is not the end. Because sometimes, when you look in other people's eyes, you can't see the light for the smog.
That's what this town is here for, I think. Zen, and the art of smashing ugly things with a rock, right, kids?
Burn for the perfect instant, so that your shadow will outlive you by a million years. My God, it's been so long. Never dreamed you'd return. I changed by not changin' at all. The only gadfly, I guess, fucking with my gall is that nothing I say or do is gonna make me any less superfluous. I know, I'm not trying to be fuckin' special, or anything at all. Here we all are, in this boondock hell, walking anachronisms. We become in tune with it. It comes to us and we nod, knowingly.
Aah, Silent Hill. You begged me to take you back. I am giving you every opportunity now to let me down. You think you are so much more badass than I ever could be, that you can break me. But me? I'm from New York, and I am uglier than you can ever imagine. So why did I come back? I knew there was danger here, but I also had opened this Pandora's box before. And you can't let it spook you, you have to roll with it, from the slightest misconduct to the most flagitious crime.
If you don't, that's when the fuckers have every right to skin you alive and wear your dermis for longjohns, right?
Well, it doesn't happen to me. The buck stops here. I got cleaned up and I'm straight and I'm walking into this with my eyes wide open.
OOC(Sorry I've been really in and out and with weird schedules and all. Things will be normal in a few days I hope. I need to sleep now, sorry.)
Because drugs are mostly boring. Because sex is mostly cheap. Because death is not the end. Because sometimes, when you look in other people's eyes, you can't see the light for the smog.
That's what this town is here for, I think. Zen, and the art of smashing ugly things with a rock, right, kids?
Burn for the perfect instant, so that your shadow will outlive you by a million years. My God, it's been so long. Never dreamed you'd return. I changed by not changin' at all. The only gadfly, I guess, fucking with my gall is that nothing I say or do is gonna make me any less superfluous. I know, I'm not trying to be fuckin' special, or anything at all. Here we all are, in this boondock hell, walking anachronisms. We become in tune with it. It comes to us and we nod, knowingly.
Aah, Silent Hill. You begged me to take you back. I am giving you every opportunity now to let me down. You think you are so much more badass than I ever could be, that you can break me. But me? I'm from New York, and I am uglier than you can ever imagine. So why did I come back? I knew there was danger here, but I also had opened this Pandora's box before. And you can't let it spook you, you have to roll with it, from the slightest misconduct to the most flagitious crime.
If you don't, that's when the fuckers have every right to skin you alive and wear your dermis for longjohns, right?
Well, it doesn't happen to me. The buck stops here. I got cleaned up and I'm straight and I'm walking into this with my eyes wide open.
OOC(Sorry I've been really in and out and with weird schedules and all. Things will be normal in a few days I hope. I need to sleep now, sorry.)