shere the staars go blue
here i am again, sitting at the computer, searching.
searching for something meaningful
i go to every webpage in my favorites, every friend's livejournal and melo and homepage. i listen to every mp3 on my computer. i check everyone's buddy info
looking for something that mirrors these twisted wretched feelings that well up and pour like chunky sour milk
like a shaken-up can of diet coke, all fake sweetness and explosive mania
like a vein-puncture dammed up and pressured around a safety pin
my feelings are the scent of rotten decaying organic matter. they are the compost from your stir-fry leftovers, your coffee grinds clumping together inside of the brown paper filter, the sandwich crusts, the cut-off chicken fat, the burned batch of brownies, and the inedible experiment your girlfriend made last week. all the refuse from your happy life, that is what i put inside of me
and no matter how much i look, there is nothing in the world that will make sense of it.
searching for something meaningful
i go to every webpage in my favorites, every friend's livejournal and melo and homepage. i listen to every mp3 on my computer. i check everyone's buddy info
looking for something that mirrors these twisted wretched feelings that well up and pour like chunky sour milk
like a shaken-up can of diet coke, all fake sweetness and explosive mania
like a vein-puncture dammed up and pressured around a safety pin
my feelings are the scent of rotten decaying organic matter. they are the compost from your stir-fry leftovers, your coffee grinds clumping together inside of the brown paper filter, the sandwich crusts, the cut-off chicken fat, the burned batch of brownies, and the inedible experiment your girlfriend made last week. all the refuse from your happy life, that is what i put inside of me
and no matter how much i look, there is nothing in the world that will make sense of it.