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those who cannot hear the words
those who cannot hear the words
neko case is stuck in my head and is my calm right now.
that is the kind of love i want to give in my music.
when anyone's feeling down and out and downright lost
give 'em a cause and give 'em a clause
an unfailing law with more teeth and more claws
when we're shit out of luck
in a ring of outlaws
those who judge and cuss and spit and kick or maybe
say nothing
for nothing is
so damn thick.
thicker than action it implies a certain sense
of hopelessness
humans thrive on hope for without it
there is no cause to breathe or to shout or to kiss
emotions become lacking for they hold no promise-tense
i tell you my friends,
hope is no damn trick.
so i s'pose what i'd try to do
is give hope to you
and hope to myself
so i could see this through.
though i know not where i'm going
i know not what i got
and i know not what is showing
at the end of the shot
we'll all cross our fingers
we'll all say a prayer
we'll all watch the slinky
fall from stair to stair
to see how far it goes whether it will keep going
or if the cat may attack it
and
stop it.
without knowing.
there is too much much much going on around me and in me.
i have too much forgiveness for people.
i need to believe in being a hard hard person.
even writing this i know it's wrong and i don't want to be that.
but it become increasingly difficult to be in this kind of situation time and time again and i begin to wonder if it is my own fault.
eric and dt and sam and scott and danny and every person.
i hate putting caps on situations or finales or le fin or waving goodbye or closing books or closing your eyes to wake up and
see the person beside you has
left
the sheets open and cold with the mold of their shape
as a testament to good will that perhaps they thought
a mistake
how may i stop this bemoaning of life for it is intense it is pure it is strife it should be what it is even though it is rough
it is the stuffing the stuffing is the main fucking stuff
the diamonds the shit and the puke from your wit
i need to stop and work. everything is too real to concentrate on anything but dreaming.
last night i dreamed that i and some others were going to go on a sojourn into the woods for about a week and we had to prepare for it.
i wonder what made me dream this.
i had pretty neat dreams the night before as well, listened and fell asleep to john coltrane hoping it might drain my veins of pain and my ears of the sinus infections that seem to keep plaguing my mucus membranes.
those who cannot hear the words
neko case is stuck in my head and is my calm right now.
that is the kind of love i want to give in my music.
when anyone's feeling down and out and downright lost
give 'em a cause and give 'em a clause
an unfailing law with more teeth and more claws
when we're shit out of luck
in a ring of outlaws
those who judge and cuss and spit and kick or maybe
say nothing
for nothing is
so damn thick.
thicker than action it implies a certain sense
of hopelessness
humans thrive on hope for without it
there is no cause to breathe or to shout or to kiss
emotions become lacking for they hold no promise-tense
i tell you my friends,
hope is no damn trick.
so i s'pose what i'd try to do
is give hope to you
and hope to myself
so i could see this through.
though i know not where i'm going
i know not what i got
and i know not what is showing
at the end of the shot
we'll all cross our fingers
we'll all say a prayer
we'll all watch the slinky
fall from stair to stair
to see how far it goes whether it will keep going
or if the cat may attack it
and
stop it.
without knowing.
there is too much much much going on around me and in me.
i have too much forgiveness for people.
i need to believe in being a hard hard person.
even writing this i know it's wrong and i don't want to be that.
but it become increasingly difficult to be in this kind of situation time and time again and i begin to wonder if it is my own fault.
eric and dt and sam and scott and danny and every person.
i hate putting caps on situations or finales or le fin or waving goodbye or closing books or closing your eyes to wake up and
see the person beside you has
left
the sheets open and cold with the mold of their shape
as a testament to good will that perhaps they thought
a mistake
how may i stop this bemoaning of life for it is intense it is pure it is strife it should be what it is even though it is rough
it is the stuffing the stuffing is the main fucking stuff
the diamonds the shit and the puke from your wit
i need to stop and work. everything is too real to concentrate on anything but dreaming.
last night i dreamed that i and some others were going to go on a sojourn into the woods for about a week and we had to prepare for it.
i wonder what made me dream this.
i had pretty neat dreams the night before as well, listened and fell asleep to john coltrane hoping it might drain my veins of pain and my ears of the sinus infections that seem to keep plaguing my mucus membranes.