What is good for the soul?
Sometimes Jack Daniels becomes a good friend in one evening. A nice companion to a somewhat distant world in an individual lifestyle. Tonight it did nothing close to this. It has become an enemy. Hektor was dragged by a lightfoot warrior. My father will ask for a proper burial. Will he?
I am distraught somewhat. As you may know, I am not one to get upset about much. I am the one who loves life, even in my uneasy state, I still love what Life brings. Am I alone or do I have friends in the chaos I control? Life is a great rollercoaster; even though you watch it waiting, you are suprised at the end.
Nova, this girl of my current infactuation has become a lost cause. I can get any girl, ANY girl - this I know. The exception to this statement is I can't get the girl who makes me speechless and breathes life through my eyes. I have no idea what to do except possibly give up and let it run its course. Am I meant to be happy? Who knows. I quit smoking to impress her. This is funny, for it's so superficial yet positive. A fallacy of happiness? I have no idea what to think of this. I have stopped smoking for 2 weeks but I have snuck one on the 14th day. It's not the last hour yet, let me live my life.
This is probably my least interesting piece. This is more feelings as opposed to thought. The boys on the street love the picturesque sky, I question it. Not negatively, but intellectually. I am intrigued by the forces of nature. Love is one of these and it's funny because no one understands love. At twenty, it can be disconcerning to have no idea what's going on but adventurous. It is how you look at it. Someone dies, it either becomes a festival of hope or a ceremony of mourning. Hope is a dance of life, the music of soul, the thoughts of divine. Nothing less for people of my stature.
I do feel distant from the world. Accused of this distance and sufferage of superstition could be in the way. Nothing more to say. Allusion? sure is. I do feel alone in some sense; most people do not understand me. This is not a negative outlook on my state, but more of an inward intellectual look. It is true, most people don't understand my being. Fuck it, but there is a desire of someone who is with me. Side by side.
Being blind could be an interesting experience. They seem to be more understanding of life, that's where the old folks stay. It's the understanding of superstition or sir duke. It's the culmination of gospel and love. I have indulged in two ideas of life. My life seems lacking. What is it? It's pretty awesome, but on a level of old song and fable. Satan was stupidly good, what am I?
If you don't want to, don't have to get in trouble so leave me alone. I am sick of uninteresting people. America has degraded to such swine. That journalist was right. He has seen decadence, for I have too. The ones who are interested in me are flakey intellectuals. I need more substance.
Snowboarding takes me away from this world. The mountain is interesting because whether it be a supernova, economic, fashion, social reasons, there is nothing more rustic and pastoral than a slope of snow. Jesus was a shepherd; Spring is not the season but winter. Spirituality and zenfulness can be found in the lonesome noises of your connection to the snow. Seraphims and helmed Cherubs carve with me, a hymnful choir, those who entrenched scars of thunder are with me. That is why I instruct this sport. I will always snowboard. Some say that it's stupid. Why does anyone do anything? There is a unacknowledged voice of serenity to explain. Everyone has it. What is yours?
My life? Good.
Your life? Incompatible.
Absolute statements can not be said, so fallicious statements have just arisen.
Just to much to take...I'm delirous. Just as the Prince of real music is.
B-sides is great. So is controversy.
I miss my soul, I want disconnection to stop. Girls do this. I am speechless for the first time. My desire for one who runs is probably a lost cause. She captivates me. Culminates my thoughts.
I love life. You never know what's around the bend.
NEVER question the path, make every passing ripple a part of your life.
I am distraught somewhat. As you may know, I am not one to get upset about much. I am the one who loves life, even in my uneasy state, I still love what Life brings. Am I alone or do I have friends in the chaos I control? Life is a great rollercoaster; even though you watch it waiting, you are suprised at the end.
Nova, this girl of my current infactuation has become a lost cause. I can get any girl, ANY girl - this I know. The exception to this statement is I can't get the girl who makes me speechless and breathes life through my eyes. I have no idea what to do except possibly give up and let it run its course. Am I meant to be happy? Who knows. I quit smoking to impress her. This is funny, for it's so superficial yet positive. A fallacy of happiness? I have no idea what to think of this. I have stopped smoking for 2 weeks but I have snuck one on the 14th day. It's not the last hour yet, let me live my life.
This is probably my least interesting piece. This is more feelings as opposed to thought. The boys on the street love the picturesque sky, I question it. Not negatively, but intellectually. I am intrigued by the forces of nature. Love is one of these and it's funny because no one understands love. At twenty, it can be disconcerning to have no idea what's going on but adventurous. It is how you look at it. Someone dies, it either becomes a festival of hope or a ceremony of mourning. Hope is a dance of life, the music of soul, the thoughts of divine. Nothing less for people of my stature.
I do feel distant from the world. Accused of this distance and sufferage of superstition could be in the way. Nothing more to say. Allusion? sure is. I do feel alone in some sense; most people do not understand me. This is not a negative outlook on my state, but more of an inward intellectual look. It is true, most people don't understand my being. Fuck it, but there is a desire of someone who is with me. Side by side.
Being blind could be an interesting experience. They seem to be more understanding of life, that's where the old folks stay. It's the understanding of superstition or sir duke. It's the culmination of gospel and love. I have indulged in two ideas of life. My life seems lacking. What is it? It's pretty awesome, but on a level of old song and fable. Satan was stupidly good, what am I?
If you don't want to, don't have to get in trouble so leave me alone. I am sick of uninteresting people. America has degraded to such swine. That journalist was right. He has seen decadence, for I have too. The ones who are interested in me are flakey intellectuals. I need more substance.
Snowboarding takes me away from this world. The mountain is interesting because whether it be a supernova, economic, fashion, social reasons, there is nothing more rustic and pastoral than a slope of snow. Jesus was a shepherd; Spring is not the season but winter. Spirituality and zenfulness can be found in the lonesome noises of your connection to the snow. Seraphims and helmed Cherubs carve with me, a hymnful choir, those who entrenched scars of thunder are with me. That is why I instruct this sport. I will always snowboard. Some say that it's stupid. Why does anyone do anything? There is a unacknowledged voice of serenity to explain. Everyone has it. What is yours?
My life? Good.
Your life? Incompatible.
Absolute statements can not be said, so fallicious statements have just arisen.
Just to much to take...I'm delirous. Just as the Prince of real music is.
B-sides is great. So is controversy.
I miss my soul, I want disconnection to stop. Girls do this. I am speechless for the first time. My desire for one who runs is probably a lost cause. She captivates me. Culminates my thoughts.
I love life. You never know what's around the bend.
NEVER question the path, make every passing ripple a part of your life.