You can take the church out of the boy, but not the confessional
Sometimes it is so heard to condense my feelings into that bright bead of RIGHT. even that, should be in italics and not capitalized. i have not been able to crystallize for years. I know who to blame it on, too. besides my on predilections for everything, it doesn't matter, somewhere perfection lost its edge. i am good, but not perfect. i don't care anymore. Am I OCD? hell the fuck yes. and that is why i read, that is why i force myself to the edge. it's why i can't sleep at night until 7 in the morning. and the deepest reason for why i listen to "punk rock" and want to participate mroe deeply in anarchism is because i need a romantic world, with right vs. wrong. i just want to die in mortal combat with something I can say is absolutely wrong. Or i want to live forever. i can't take living knowing that nothing will ever happen.
absolutely nothing.
absolutely nothing.
absolutely nothing.
and this that i write is a (i can't even remember how to spell, is how dependent i've become) symptom of that fucking slave i've become addicted to. i cashed in and sold out. i lost my love for the eclectic, the unique, and would throw myself after any slut, any suggestion, hell, i even think i can find an escape now.
Maybe some can have their fun with alcohol and drugs, but purity is not achieved by running toxins through the body, unless they kill you.
absolutely nothing.
absolutely nothing.
absolutely nothing.
and this that i write is a (i can't even remember how to spell, is how dependent i've become) symptom of that fucking slave i've become addicted to. i cashed in and sold out. i lost my love for the eclectic, the unique, and would throw myself after any slut, any suggestion, hell, i even think i can find an escape now.
Maybe some can have their fun with alcohol and drugs, but purity is not achieved by running toxins through the body, unless they kill you.