bwah?
i don't know what to do with myself now that i don't have any legitimate reason to be scared about anything. i honestly don't know what to do. maybe thats whats making me depressed, because i have no other logical reason why i should be feeling this shitty. i mean, i could make up some bullshit, but i'm sick of doing that. i'm sick of being bullshitted to. i'm just gonna stop doing that because in the end its not worth it. maybe its that i'm feeling like a passenger in my life again. maybe thats it. i honestly have nothing.
i'll get back to y'all when i get something substantial to say. oh, and for the past while that i haven't posted, shit happens. if you really care that much then ask.
goodnight to you readers, and goodnight moon.
empty sentences,
and hollow phrases,
spoken promises,
and whispered intentions;
leave the diction to the mime.
a play on words
three acts (characters)
me, myself and i
until the un-cast outcast
sings
cat and mouse
chasing my tail
circles round your logic
(inevitable infallibility)
wrap my mind
round your circuits
wrap my legs…
in a life of when and where
and who and what
and how
i am asked why
pull the e-brake on my train of thought
i stare off into nowhere
let my fingers do the talking
read riddles
and speak in between the lines
and leave the diction to the mime.
routine makes habit
i am habit
us robots break too easily
living off simplicity
(O2)
i want to hold my breath
until i see stars
shuck this body
peel off my skin
float, fly, free, be…
i relish in the freedom
of un-capitalized i’s
and the tab key
a lack of grammer
and overusing italics
leave the diction to the mime.
i'll get back to y'all when i get something substantial to say. oh, and for the past while that i haven't posted, shit happens. if you really care that much then ask.
goodnight to you readers, and goodnight moon.
empty sentences,
and hollow phrases,
spoken promises,
and whispered intentions;
leave the diction to the mime.
a play on words
three acts (characters)
me, myself and i
until the un-cast outcast
sings
cat and mouse
chasing my tail
circles round your logic
(inevitable infallibility)
wrap my mind
round your circuits
wrap my legs…
in a life of when and where
and who and what
and how
i am asked why
pull the e-brake on my train of thought
i stare off into nowhere
let my fingers do the talking
read riddles
and speak in between the lines
and leave the diction to the mime.
routine makes habit
i am habit
us robots break too easily
living off simplicity
(O2)
i want to hold my breath
until i see stars
shuck this body
peel off my skin
float, fly, free, be…
i relish in the freedom
of un-capitalized i’s
and the tab key
a lack of grammer
and overusing italics
leave the diction to the mime.