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Again, I'm Ferg. I made some macaroni. And I'm writing.
These words like permafrost--
Unchanging without seasonal thaw,
That it can but sit, mute,
graceful and trickling
through molecular pores;
I can settle the gambles
That I have with fate,
And I can shine all my smiles
On gorgeous whims, self-defined;
That without reason,
Cresting words, spoken dour,
All for some misbegotten
Sake, lost and lonely.
We are silver if not lost,
And crying, if only hidden
In that space we would consider vast.
And after all these years of a poor man's excuse for writing, I think I'm starting to accept mine without writing myself off completely. I'm now blond and listening to some album I haven't listened to since I went to Trinity Lutheran. I'm not so savvy and cannot reciprocate within intellectual bouts, such that those sparse parts of my mind that can do hate those parts in which can't; therein is self-denial against the mentally handicapped. The smart part is evidently losing due to the fact I'm listening to Dude Ranch. That's right, epic fail.
I love everything,
Internet Hate Machine
Edit: Wow, this shit doesn't even make me remember being a kid and enjoying myself. I remember this being a lot cooler at 14. I'm going to go ahead and put on some Ys. Joanna Newsom can go ahead and sing me to sleep for yet another night.
These words like permafrost--
Unchanging without seasonal thaw,
That it can but sit, mute,
graceful and trickling
through molecular pores;
I can settle the gambles
That I have with fate,
And I can shine all my smiles
On gorgeous whims, self-defined;
That without reason,
Cresting words, spoken dour,
All for some misbegotten
Sake, lost and lonely.
We are silver if not lost,
And crying, if only hidden
In that space we would consider vast.
And after all these years of a poor man's excuse for writing, I think I'm starting to accept mine without writing myself off completely. I'm now blond and listening to some album I haven't listened to since I went to Trinity Lutheran. I'm not so savvy and cannot reciprocate within intellectual bouts, such that those sparse parts of my mind that can do hate those parts in which can't; therein is self-denial against the mentally handicapped. The smart part is evidently losing due to the fact I'm listening to Dude Ranch. That's right, epic fail.
I love everything,
Internet Hate Machine
Edit: Wow, this shit doesn't even make me remember being a kid and enjoying myself. I remember this being a lot cooler at 14. I'm going to go ahead and put on some Ys. Joanna Newsom can go ahead and sing me to sleep for yet another night.