Apr 18, 2007 18:31
Coconut-cream Coffee soothes arthitic bones
Calcifying my self-righteousness
Petrified, I realise now;
from the day I first dreamed coconut-cream away.
"Honesty as best policy".
(Subject to clause 4.1.1 and 4.1.2; which state, respectively: 'prejudice dictates policy reform, in response to best policy' and 'honesty is overrated')
I am reminded of bad high-school poetry:
"Infinite, never-ending
The distance from here to there
A looped route with no start
A bleak journey with no end.
Silence echoes off mirrorred walls
Reflecting... repeating...
Creating endless, empty space
Endless time... no tomorrow,
Empty mind... a soul misplaced"
Only,
Replace
misplaced
with
disgraced.
and realise
your second-sacrifice
gained only back-track pain.
It all comes back to the beginning, in the end. So what was the fucking point??
Idiot. *kicks at nothing*
*spits at you*