hajoo
I don't know why I write these. Nobody reads them anyway. As for my feelings of late. I'll keep my mouth shut since my rambling makes no sense and let these lyrics explain because Isaac Brock does it much better than me:
For every invention made how much time did we save?
We're not much farther than we were in the cave.
As life gets longer, awful feels softer,
and it feels pretty soft to me.
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
well I feel pretty blissfully.
***If life's not beautiful without the pain,
well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again.***
Well as life gets longer, awful feels softer.
And it feels pretty soft to me.
--- Modest Mouse
For every invention made how much time did we save?
We're not much farther than we were in the cave.
As life gets longer, awful feels softer,
and it feels pretty soft to me.
And if it takes shit to make bliss,
well I feel pretty blissfully.
***If life's not beautiful without the pain,
well I'd just rather never ever even see beauty again.***
Well as life gets longer, awful feels softer.
And it feels pretty soft to me.
--- Modest Mouse