2007 follows 2006. 2007 suceeds 2006? 2006 precedes 2007.
And so, the answer still remains, seperated from all the questions, lost.
I am Kelly?
There's this melon-balled space in my head. The mad fruit of my brain has been labotamied by simple stone-age impliments; utensils typically designed for hunting and gathering, for simplifying cave-man life. The body I possess continues on its nomadic path, but my link to consciousness sits centrepiece to the cave-man's dinner-table.
I can't help hating you, it's not my fault, these are your full-circles with infinity defining their circumference. I bite your tail because you chase mine. Fuck. You. Light your candles, and spoon-feed lost awareness into the acidic green of your stomach. Share all your alcohol-derived giddiness with those around you, and ignore the children giggling behind the curtains. They breath dusty air, your collection of stale energy; things draping windows and frames and other meaningless furnishings. They live the dusty air, you live to notice only the table and it's fruit-salad centrepiece.
These are only words, words! Such is the shit we communicate with. What word means anything to you? What word do you store in your vocabulary that has meaning which no-one can manipulate away from you? I lost all meaning, all the questions, lost in the words. All i have is one answer. to everything.
Crazy.
I am Kelly?
There's this melon-balled space in my head. The mad fruit of my brain has been labotamied by simple stone-age impliments; utensils typically designed for hunting and gathering, for simplifying cave-man life. The body I possess continues on its nomadic path, but my link to consciousness sits centrepiece to the cave-man's dinner-table.
I can't help hating you, it's not my fault, these are your full-circles with infinity defining their circumference. I bite your tail because you chase mine. Fuck. You. Light your candles, and spoon-feed lost awareness into the acidic green of your stomach. Share all your alcohol-derived giddiness with those around you, and ignore the children giggling behind the curtains. They breath dusty air, your collection of stale energy; things draping windows and frames and other meaningless furnishings. They live the dusty air, you live to notice only the table and it's fruit-salad centrepiece.
These are only words, words! Such is the shit we communicate with. What word means anything to you? What word do you store in your vocabulary that has meaning which no-one can manipulate away from you? I lost all meaning, all the questions, lost in the words. All i have is one answer. to everything.
Crazy.