IMPULSE = ANSWER
I used to joke about it.
"I'm a masochist... so sue me."
Blanket excuse for every self
depreciating moment...
Well now it's real. And it's all
there is. I don't know what to do,
so I don't do anything at all...
"so pass me by... I'll be fine.
just give me time."
No matter how much of it I've got,
there's always only oh so much...
And though I've scripted it over
and over and over again, it's all
I do with my free time, I won't let
it out. Human ruin, the reason why
we who live in reality are all
fucked.
One step is is is all it takes.
One. Impossible. Step.
Waiting for Godot. Godot under
my control. It's my fault and my
decision to condemn myself to
perpetual waiting for:
FUCKING NOTHING.
Chance circumstances, encounters, etc.
...bring back the past. past is more
memorable/worthwhile/unchangeable
than anything that could now become the
past. fuck what we know. go off of
what we don't.
Over-analyzing, over-thinking...
"I should have kissed you...
What am I, darling?": Nothing much at all...
Isn't that what it takes? Or is that
reserved for masochists and failures
to use in wiping away clean and potential
relationships? ...act on impulse. we lie to
ourselves, but ONLY to ourselves.
Communication. Fucking use it or rot slowly
because you want to/have to. The most simple
impossible dilemma. Everyone knows how to
overcome and everyone real prefers formalities
and silence.
For some reason, somewhere, I think I thought
she'd come back.
... The weaker of these ... [I]
I hope we all bust a nut while we fuck ourselves
and thank [you] for showing me how it can be.
"I'm a masochist... so sue me."
Blanket excuse for every self
depreciating moment...
Well now it's real. And it's all
there is. I don't know what to do,
so I don't do anything at all...
"so pass me by... I'll be fine.
just give me time."
No matter how much of it I've got,
there's always only oh so much...
And though I've scripted it over
and over and over again, it's all
I do with my free time, I won't let
it out. Human ruin, the reason why
we who live in reality are all
fucked.
One step is is is all it takes.
One. Impossible. Step.
Waiting for Godot. Godot under
my control. It's my fault and my
decision to condemn myself to
perpetual waiting for:
FUCKING NOTHING.
Chance circumstances, encounters, etc.
...bring back the past. past is more
memorable/worthwhile/unchangeable
than anything that could now become the
past. fuck what we know. go off of
what we don't.
Over-analyzing, over-thinking...
"I should have kissed you...
What am I, darling?": Nothing much at all...
Isn't that what it takes? Or is that
reserved for masochists and failures
to use in wiping away clean and potential
relationships? ...act on impulse. we lie to
ourselves, but ONLY to ourselves.
Communication. Fucking use it or rot slowly
because you want to/have to. The most simple
impossible dilemma. Everyone knows how to
overcome and everyone real prefers formalities
and silence.
For some reason, somewhere, I think I thought
she'd come back.
... The weaker of these ... [I]
I hope we all bust a nut while we fuck ourselves
and thank [you] for showing me how it can be.