And God Said, "What's the Story On the World?"
Everything is better in moderation then in bulk quanity. I see that, pretty much everything is suppose to be balanced? Not too much of a good thing, and not too much of a bad thing? I think BALANCE is key. I am tipsy right now anyways. I figure I should randomly shot the shit to my livejournal again. I usually don't have anything new in my life. Just my hamster wheel of a mind wondering around.
I have that slight pull of intoxication in me, pulling me nicely under. I only like to be this drunk on occassion. But I can still type. Fun times are really random and not expected. It's all about the little things.
Blood rises among the river
a hushed voice stumbles among the bank
The body is cold
wounded from the flow.
"What are you compared to God?" The wind bellowed out.
"I am but a rock to this river. I am moved so easily by will."
The cold licks at the bodie's thiughs and stings the open eyes.
"Sweet will have me moved to warmth, amoung stars that burn with love."
The wind has stopped, the voice is gone.
All that is left is the body and the rolling sound of silence.
I have that slight pull of intoxication in me, pulling me nicely under. I only like to be this drunk on occassion. But I can still type. Fun times are really random and not expected. It's all about the little things.
Blood rises among the river
a hushed voice stumbles among the bank
The body is cold
wounded from the flow.
"What are you compared to God?" The wind bellowed out.
"I am but a rock to this river. I am moved so easily by will."
The cold licks at the bodie's thiughs and stings the open eyes.
"Sweet will have me moved to warmth, amoung stars that burn with love."
The wind has stopped, the voice is gone.
All that is left is the body and the rolling sound of silence.