The line is coming to the end of the tunnel and the light is flying off the handle and into the fire
Lets get it done like snails on the wall of frustration gone like one way signs in the park of the dark liking to pick up mars bars as the stars fall down among the human beings transcending the space of time till we find ourselves rolling in the motion of coast to coast oceans slicking our hair like the fair weather freaks we seem to meet out on the boardwalk as we talk the night away with our alter ego, slap the seagull away from the sandwich we got the hands picked out in the air for the fair maiden come to save the knight in shining armor the dragon is dragging the plates on the ground the dates aren’t sound and the mouth is a frown we’ve got to escape this overflown reality call for sobriety all for society killing the motion of the eternal quotient of the now how we find the power to succeed in a world of freed is indeed beyond me I can’t seem to understand the man as he enacts his plan to trod down the grass of the masses as we pass the vast reaches of the black hole to which we praise our masters we don’t like to find our own pavement wet with the blood of dogs and daughters of lives we ruined without a though for the bombs we place in schools and teachers the bleachers filled with the mindless sheep that can’t find their feet when they want to stand for themselves because our hearts aren’t in it to help them and they just have to find their own way for the day of doom is nearing the lives are blooming and smearing the stupor on the wall as we cant all fall down with the clowns of perspicacity and the elasticity of the second crawls to second place behind the bygone times of nostalgia I found ya lying here without fear of the end that’s coming to mend us all yeah this stream of consciousness conscience finds itself reading the thoughts of the once sleep deprived means ill go read a book that I mistook for the knowledge of life, ill find the knife to stab the deception we’ve had for all the time we were in this pad I’ve been written down and taken as a note looking for the spontaneous combustion of the rote learning system employed by fools everywhere and I’m not even looking at my fingers or the screen as I type this therapeutic shit and I’m weaving a tale of procrastination and if one finger was misplaced one key I will be utterly unable to read pretty much the entirety of this but now I have to turn to Aristotle of whom I know really next to nothing though I’ve read essentially two of his books or I was supposed to anyway but I suppose this is fodder for my own book anyway
The heyday of the time we couldn’t look ourselves in the eye reminded me of the way we say that day by the bed in the stairs with all the hairs arranged on our heads so neatly and completely irrationally like the nationally regarded first prize at a fair for the fairest hair of the mismatched hatched plans of strange dreams and obscene things were said and our heads were filled with the tears we cried over the things that died in our smiles we couldn’t have stayed the way for awhile because then we would’ve been more than we ever would have been because constancy was beyond us and now we locate perfection in change and the lameoids find the tame ones to be the ones that degrade over time, and I say it’s better to burn out than to burn up and word up to my homies in cell block six as kid rock has been known to say we play a most dangerous game here we’re the masters of fear monks don’t scare us because we’re the masters we the best of the best fuck all the rest we know what we want and we take that shit the bit of our souls that we sacrifice in the end was worth the gain that we’ve made for its plain that we know what to do and when to fold the chips stack is getting huge and we lose the bet if we hedge let’s wedge that storm right up the ass of the crass man that passed by just the other day as we play with the fire most dire desire finding itself in the store bought furniture ikea is the path for the lonely man with no plan of action we find Andrew Jackson and he knows what to do he’s action Jackson and destroys the bank and the midnight rambler comes to town from allman land and we jam in the band with our brothers to smother the sound of the weakling father figures down the block from where our mothers are staying and praying that we meet the conditions of success for the rest of the world and it unfurls in the moment as we come to realize we are more than the size of our wallet and the limits of our skin and we will come to fill the universe with love
amen
The heyday of the time we couldn’t look ourselves in the eye reminded me of the way we say that day by the bed in the stairs with all the hairs arranged on our heads so neatly and completely irrationally like the nationally regarded first prize at a fair for the fairest hair of the mismatched hatched plans of strange dreams and obscene things were said and our heads were filled with the tears we cried over the things that died in our smiles we couldn’t have stayed the way for awhile because then we would’ve been more than we ever would have been because constancy was beyond us and now we locate perfection in change and the lameoids find the tame ones to be the ones that degrade over time, and I say it’s better to burn out than to burn up and word up to my homies in cell block six as kid rock has been known to say we play a most dangerous game here we’re the masters of fear monks don’t scare us because we’re the masters we the best of the best fuck all the rest we know what we want and we take that shit the bit of our souls that we sacrifice in the end was worth the gain that we’ve made for its plain that we know what to do and when to fold the chips stack is getting huge and we lose the bet if we hedge let’s wedge that storm right up the ass of the crass man that passed by just the other day as we play with the fire most dire desire finding itself in the store bought furniture ikea is the path for the lonely man with no plan of action we find Andrew Jackson and he knows what to do he’s action Jackson and destroys the bank and the midnight rambler comes to town from allman land and we jam in the band with our brothers to smother the sound of the weakling father figures down the block from where our mothers are staying and praying that we meet the conditions of success for the rest of the world and it unfurls in the moment as we come to realize we are more than the size of our wallet and the limits of our skin and we will come to fill the universe with love
amen