It's all over now.
The empty handed painter from your streets, is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. Oh, it's all over now, baby blue. A long time ago, in the years of my youth, I only smoked when I was waiting for something. Waiting at a red light, waiting for my shift of work to begin, waiting for a phonecall,...well you get the idea. Living in the city I smoke more. Alot more. What am I waiting for? It seems to me that everyone spends so much of their life actually waiting for life to fucking begin.
Well, stirke another match, go start anew. 'Cause it's all over now, baby blue.
I can't wait forever. I can't. If I keep waiting like this I'll have smoked myself to death by the time life begins. Fuck that, fuck waiting. Patience is not a virtue. Patience is a waste of the precious, precious minutes of your life. When we were all born on this earth we were all given an allotted number of minutes we would be allowed to spend on it. FUCK! How're you spending yours? At the end of the day as you lay you head down on your pillow can you regret nothing? Can you say you speant those minutes well? Or will you mourn them on your death bed?
Is there a ticking time bomb of an annuerism lurking somewhere in your brain? Somewhere in your body is there a single cell waiting to go rogue and give you cancer? Is smoking really going to be what kills me? Will we go out with a whimper? A bang? A small polite suggestion? Who will love you? Who will miss you? WHAT ARE WE DOING WITH OUR COLLECTIVE LIVES? ALL OF US!
You ever look at a person and think to yourself, "What a waste of human flesh and bone...we should just kill that peson harvest them for organs and make a few people waiting on that list very happy. A few people who will take that heart, that kidney, live, whatever and lie down every night so very goddamn grateful for every minute they experiecienced."
Then again, maybe it's just me. Me who has been sleeping less, eating less, and thinking more.
Durden,
MFB
P.S. What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck of live journal, stop reading this shit, stop the proverbial masturbating of talking about oneself. Go read a goddamn book or something. Realign your perception. This is your only warning.
Well, stirke another match, go start anew. 'Cause it's all over now, baby blue.
I can't wait forever. I can't. If I keep waiting like this I'll have smoked myself to death by the time life begins. Fuck that, fuck waiting. Patience is not a virtue. Patience is a waste of the precious, precious minutes of your life. When we were all born on this earth we were all given an allotted number of minutes we would be allowed to spend on it. FUCK! How're you spending yours? At the end of the day as you lay you head down on your pillow can you regret nothing? Can you say you speant those minutes well? Or will you mourn them on your death bed?
Is there a ticking time bomb of an annuerism lurking somewhere in your brain? Somewhere in your body is there a single cell waiting to go rogue and give you cancer? Is smoking really going to be what kills me? Will we go out with a whimper? A bang? A small polite suggestion? Who will love you? Who will miss you? WHAT ARE WE DOING WITH OUR COLLECTIVE LIVES? ALL OF US!
You ever look at a person and think to yourself, "What a waste of human flesh and bone...we should just kill that peson harvest them for organs and make a few people waiting on that list very happy. A few people who will take that heart, that kidney, live, whatever and lie down every night so very goddamn grateful for every minute they experiecienced."
Then again, maybe it's just me. Me who has been sleeping less, eating less, and thinking more.
Durden,
MFB
P.S. What the fuck are you doing? Get the fuck of live journal, stop reading this shit, stop the proverbial masturbating of talking about oneself. Go read a goddamn book or something. Realign your perception. This is your only warning.