as the rain beat down on the hood..
i'm feeling chipper today. chip chipper chippery. hooray.
i learned a death cab song today. title and registration. ahh hell it be off da hook nigga!
i might add that i am also drugged..over doses on cough syrup.
sippin on dat sizzurp..sip sippin on dat sip sippin on dat sizzurp.
and that's how this idea..was drilled into my head.
so anyways..i've been reading through my deadjournal a lot lately. and i thought i'd post this. it's from like a year or so ago.
and there he sat, dismally speechless, dumbfounded in the rain. each doom-bound drop inevitably weighing him down. eventually lying, lost in this sea of damnation. shackled to the freedom of his own habitual indolence. face down in this putrid sea of defection, drowning in his own ignorance. but the ambient lite from the sun above gracefully drains this pathetic soul's morbid demeanor. the sea ceases to exist. yet in replace of this seemingly endless sea, there's a path going in both ways. at one direction, in front of him, lite is shining, in such a way that it seems divine. the other direction, behind him, resembles that of his life up until this moment. he feels inclined to return to this depressing non-existant existance. but the strength of this lite is too overwhelming and he becomes compelled to reach forward, to move on. this lite, this power, takes control of him and he begins on his way towards it. bringing him much happiness, joy, and motivation he lives his life striving to reach this lite.
llllllllllllllllllllooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
ME.
i learned a death cab song today. title and registration. ahh hell it be off da hook nigga!
i might add that i am also drugged..over doses on cough syrup.
sippin on dat sizzurp..sip sippin on dat sip sippin on dat sizzurp.
and that's how this idea..was drilled into my head.
so anyways..i've been reading through my deadjournal a lot lately. and i thought i'd post this. it's from like a year or so ago.
and there he sat, dismally speechless, dumbfounded in the rain. each doom-bound drop inevitably weighing him down. eventually lying, lost in this sea of damnation. shackled to the freedom of his own habitual indolence. face down in this putrid sea of defection, drowning in his own ignorance. but the ambient lite from the sun above gracefully drains this pathetic soul's morbid demeanor. the sea ceases to exist. yet in replace of this seemingly endless sea, there's a path going in both ways. at one direction, in front of him, lite is shining, in such a way that it seems divine. the other direction, behind him, resembles that of his life up until this moment. he feels inclined to return to this depressing non-existant existance. but the strength of this lite is too overwhelming and he becomes compelled to reach forward, to move on. this lite, this power, takes control of him and he begins on his way towards it. bringing him much happiness, joy, and motivation he lives his life striving to reach this lite.
llllllllllllllllllllooooooooovvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
ME.