One of *those* moods
Shhhh...this won't hurt a bit.
Surprisingly, it never does. I'm surrounded and smothered by honesty...damnit, why don't you people lie to me? Lies are supposed to be the foundation of existance and our society, and now they've taken it all, anesthized, circumsized, lobotomized neatly wrapped in brightly colored disposable packaging (it's not biodegradable, but we are. This bothers us, as we're put in expensive boxes, pumped full of antiseptic bile to convince the worms we never were alive--just toss me in a garbage bag ma, and throw me in the river. Mmmm, gotta love rotting in the water supply. Just like all the Ganges, that's why they brought in the carnivorous turtles.) until the lies that it's all based on pass for the only truth going.
They'll hate you if your beautiful, in nasty closed whispers behind doors. They'll hate you because they want to be you, bring you down in battle bloody and rip you beating heart from beneath your breast, consume it in bestial lust. They'll hate you if you care, they'll hate you if you don't, they'll hate you always. They're just kinda jerks like that. Assholes. Kill 'em all. WHOOSH, FIREBALL. My speakers are making cheek clicking noises.
I miss you, I miss the cheat, I miss the rare instance of feeling strong emotion without getting hurt from it. 'Cause it's a cheat, I know that. But it was nice. And now it's like you're not existing. And I don't know whether to take that like the other guy (who I know is just being lame, but then, he always was) or just as you having a life.
I was supposed to be working. AM supposed to be working, really.
I'm also supposed to care.
Except about that, I'm supposed to be numb there.
ah well.
Done now. The inside of my head just needed writing down for a bit.
Surprisingly, it never does. I'm surrounded and smothered by honesty...damnit, why don't you people lie to me? Lies are supposed to be the foundation of existance and our society, and now they've taken it all, anesthized, circumsized, lobotomized neatly wrapped in brightly colored disposable packaging (it's not biodegradable, but we are. This bothers us, as we're put in expensive boxes, pumped full of antiseptic bile to convince the worms we never were alive--just toss me in a garbage bag ma, and throw me in the river. Mmmm, gotta love rotting in the water supply. Just like all the Ganges, that's why they brought in the carnivorous turtles.) until the lies that it's all based on pass for the only truth going.
They'll hate you if your beautiful, in nasty closed whispers behind doors. They'll hate you because they want to be you, bring you down in battle bloody and rip you beating heart from beneath your breast, consume it in bestial lust. They'll hate you if you care, they'll hate you if you don't, they'll hate you always. They're just kinda jerks like that. Assholes. Kill 'em all. WHOOSH, FIREBALL. My speakers are making cheek clicking noises.
I miss you, I miss the cheat, I miss the rare instance of feeling strong emotion without getting hurt from it. 'Cause it's a cheat, I know that. But it was nice. And now it's like you're not existing. And I don't know whether to take that like the other guy (who I know is just being lame, but then, he always was) or just as you having a life.
I was supposed to be working. AM supposed to be working, really.
I'm also supposed to care.
Except about that, I'm supposed to be numb there.
ah well.
Done now. The inside of my head just needed writing down for a bit.