too much time suggests rambles

[sexwithandroids]

it all boils down to eating the proverbial foot in my mouth
a grotesque mouthful of my own conscience saying

i told you so
i told you so

in sing song and ring around the rosie cirles

i even held up the sign for you
delusions need not arise
and i assumed it would still be held by my unshakable hands
i must have trown it off a cliff

i complain so much in my head
about love
about finding
about waiting

..with the same demand and expression i used at age four to demand ice cream

i want i want i want.. i just want to be loved

let's not make sense anymore
let's not pay debts
let's not make calls
let's not breathe
let's not shit ourselves

you might call it a fracture in my soul, which left me with a taste of oblivion

random enibriated phone calls should be banned
you're so pretty
you're so pretty

so i pray and pray and pray
let it stay in my head and in my heart, tucking into a bed of song lyrics and film trivia

another night at home, but choice mind you
i want to write
i want to pretend

well, i must join king ludwig ii von bayern for we will discuss his passion for castles and my liking of wells.

off to sastreria.