Oct 13, 2007 00:46
I close my eyes to the darkness so I can imagine the light. I can't come out 'cause I lost my ID so, well, I don't exist tonight and my typing stirs the sleeping demons. I'll give my love to who ever will receive it, and I'll sit through the monotony if the payoff is worth it. the rehearsal for opening night. and having been some time in preparation a splendid time is gauranteed by all. I find you too turbulent just now for the bright bubble I want to make for myself. I'm not talking about dead trees and killer bees, or community pools with Indian ghosts or even stucco cubicles all in a row. But my smile, my smile...
It must be preserved without reservation, the situation makes us talk ourselves out of the truths we already know that we know. It's a mixed up ingenious plan to make us never trust ourselves, so that we listen to them. But I'll hold my own against the drones and try and forget that even soy milk has msg. I'll stand on the stage and be very brave, and make it look easy to be and to give and to open your heart for a moment so the lift can swell in.
A guy asks his doctor: Hey Doc, do you think I'll live to be a hundred? The Doc says: Well, do you drink very much?
The guy says no. Do you smoke cigarettes? The guy says no. Do you take drugs? the guy says no. Do you have a lot of sex with many different partners? The guy says no. Well shucks, says the Doc, what the hell would you wanna live to be a hundred for?