LONG ASS SHIT
There once was a story i wanted to tell, but i assumed it was one you knew to well. maybe i was wrong. was wonder how clear we were gonna say it. how to keep us all interested enough to not drift off and start fantasizing about romantic things. but then again, what about those things in books, and in movies? are they real? does anybody care? you ride the bus dont you? aint nobody ever bumped into you before? wwas it a accident? lotta questions. you and him, what they are? can't be true love. but there are others. unrequited is a word too. it's in the dictionary. after truth i believe. everyday life some others i guess look at as romantic. but what about us people?are the elements impossible for us to experiance? do you know and welcome the idea of true love, staging,destiny,mis en scene, hope for eternal completion? everyone talking bout hurt and rage. and the airchair judge is the family bible in prime time today. what reality is fake? the drama is superficial and not admired, the judge and apology is shallow, love is put aside. i think there is one truth, with no subjectivity. and in the corner is a booth with some productivity. under my arm is a device with conductivity and i gave it to you. no lessons o.k? the city i live in aint no different. you sidewalk has less cracks in it? how spoiled we are right? funny, funny, funny. but you must have bought a book, but you must have bought a book, and it is a reality to hold in your thought, let's put it together though. we know not to kill after seeing a murder on the screen, but do we know not to love when we see two fulfilled? your morning can go on however you want it. no one owes you a breakfast for example. no one owes you a ride. and you know damn well we could walk there if you wanted to. and you know too that you could have what you need. to give is true and admirable too, but to be taken from is loss and totally false. imagine that you are being taken from. what faith is tested? what hope is wuthering? what angel was persecuted who worked so hard at something never to achieve it? prove it to me. and what child who was innocent was pushed to the ground never to get up again? where is that person now? wheres a starbuck when you need one? am i in destiny, am i in my kitchen? your the book dammit. you are the morning. dont deny yourself with this duty woman! dont damn yourself with a painted smile on a skull-man! put it on the table. and dont deny it. whatever it is. do yourself a favorand breathe real, get it? funny we are all still here. nobody left, and its odd because the more you denyit, the funnier it gets. 3 kids are playing on a playground, and one turns to the other and says, "are they making us go to school or are we learning for the sake of beauty?" the other kids love this idea, and they laugh and pass notes about it for days.so we all know the right thing to do,and we all can root for the underdog in the book, we CAN"T help it! kick yourself off the island. she is her. he is us. the underdog wins in the book, and in real life? not just in some sports game. you know, but-hey wouldnt it be nice if every sports tean was only allowed to have team members from its own city? no trading. evil can be funny. rightousness is a barrel of laughs too. come on, we all know! its a new century, no sarcasm kids. boy these kids can take! how bout take the tougnes out of the cheeks? no blasphemy. no talking under you breath. tell me waht you want, and we can do it together. im not kidding. they wrote the books to share with you what they assumed could be. they made the films to explore what you didnt get to do at work today. and they wrote the songs to fill the gaps between being some place, and getting there. but it by no mean, it cant be. your probalyy already there, just admit it. just say it. then you ll get it. stay the truth, and holw with this word behind tooth, to know what truth pushes truth foward, and to be taken is to be held, and to be stolen from is to lose what truth you deserve, pretending this is pretending to play with no audience but yourself, the options are sometimes not options at all, but distractions or temtations to live for something oe someone else instead of yourself, and the truth is still waiting alwais for you. i think were gonna be ok.