illusions of love, war, hate and everything inbetween.
I went back and editted some portion of this and added.
I think in fragments. I think. America thinks in fragments and that's why everyone thinks we're stupid.
And we are stupid.
And if we're not thinking in fragments it's miniature movies, with soundtracks or images frozen in time.
When people perform psychoanalysis are they just finding the subtexts of our thoughts?
Are the subtexts to our thoughts endless? or do they have a definitive point? or does it all depend on the topic? or am I write when I say our thoughts are the subtexts to the things we really say?
It's all ETHOS I suppose.
Do we blame Montaigne for this beautiful/ugly literature or are we all just artists without the tools we need to create?
Here we can be romanitc and it's socially acceptable. I can choose theatre over housewife. Paris Hilton over Nicole Richie. Screaming Emo Bitches over Neo Nazi Punks. BMW over Lexus.
I can also never decide over Colin Hay's Beautiful World and Copeland's Coffee. Or Mae's Giving It Away and Third Eye Blind's Slow Motion. Even though, they really are no comparison to each other. It's all internal.
But it's mine.
I recognize loss, now. So if there is one thing I can ask of now it's that you stay. All of you. Because I recognize the patterns of when you leave. And think this is an everlong happiness if you stay because this quarter life crisis is a (John Mayor reference...bleh on me.) final phase in making me, me. So don't be like the rest in my past and leave. Cause the friends I have now fit like the most perfect flawed puzzle...
THE ACADEMY IS... Slow Down
You won the role, you've played your part
You've been cordially invited
But I'm not impressed
And I'm definately not excited
Cause the film has a shallow budget
And the writer's subject script isn't any deeper
So dive right in
Hollywood hills and suburban thrills and you
Who are you kidding?
I'm not like them
I won't buy it
Hollywood hills and suburban thrills and you
Who are you kidding?
Don't quit till your forty-seven
Then we'll turn it up and we'll play a little faster
Take back everything you ever said
You never meant a word of it
You never did
Take back everything you said
You never meant a word of it
You never did
She said, 'Alright, alright slow down'
Oh no, oh no we won't
Cause I regret everything that I said
To ever make her feel like she was something special
Or that she ever really mattered
Or did she ever really matter?
what?
i'll vomit in your cottage cheese.
I think in fragments. I think. America thinks in fragments and that's why everyone thinks we're stupid.
And we are stupid.
And if we're not thinking in fragments it's miniature movies, with soundtracks or images frozen in time.
When people perform psychoanalysis are they just finding the subtexts of our thoughts?
Are the subtexts to our thoughts endless? or do they have a definitive point? or does it all depend on the topic? or am I write when I say our thoughts are the subtexts to the things we really say?
It's all ETHOS I suppose.
Do we blame Montaigne for this beautiful/ugly literature or are we all just artists without the tools we need to create?
Here we can be romanitc and it's socially acceptable. I can choose theatre over housewife. Paris Hilton over Nicole Richie. Screaming Emo Bitches over Neo Nazi Punks. BMW over Lexus.
I can also never decide over Colin Hay's Beautiful World and Copeland's Coffee. Or Mae's Giving It Away and Third Eye Blind's Slow Motion. Even though, they really are no comparison to each other. It's all internal.
But it's mine.
I recognize loss, now. So if there is one thing I can ask of now it's that you stay. All of you. Because I recognize the patterns of when you leave. And think this is an everlong happiness if you stay because this quarter life crisis is a (John Mayor reference...bleh on me.) final phase in making me, me. So don't be like the rest in my past and leave. Cause the friends I have now fit like the most perfect flawed puzzle...
THE ACADEMY IS... Slow Down
You won the role, you've played your part
You've been cordially invited
But I'm not impressed
And I'm definately not excited
Cause the film has a shallow budget
And the writer's subject script isn't any deeper
So dive right in
Hollywood hills and suburban thrills and you
Who are you kidding?
I'm not like them
I won't buy it
Hollywood hills and suburban thrills and you
Who are you kidding?
Don't quit till your forty-seven
Then we'll turn it up and we'll play a little faster
Take back everything you ever said
You never meant a word of it
You never did
Take back everything you said
You never meant a word of it
You never did
She said, 'Alright, alright slow down'
Oh no, oh no we won't
Cause I regret everything that I said
To ever make her feel like she was something special
Or that she ever really mattered
Or did she ever really matter?
what?
i'll vomit in your cottage cheese.