wicked wicked frank
.quickly now, without haste. do it now, don't hesitate.
how am I supposed to plan out a life when all these other lovely opportunities keep presenting themselves? where's my five-year plan? do I even plan to live five years?
le sigh..
hurricane season is going to start early this year. and the first big one is stirring right in the pit of my stomach. looks like i can't plot this one.. i can't predict it, can't track it. In fact, the whole nature of it goes against all things.. all things. all beliefs, all guidelines, all rules.. all principles.. all blown out the miniature window in my bedroom. (please take the ants with you)
you can take me out of the situation. you can tell me to stop thinking about it. or maybe turn around and deal with it. yea, stare that big black monster right in the face! tell it you're not scared. it doesn't bother you!
(turns out it does. it does in fact bother me)
doesn't matter what you tell me. in one ear and out the other, right? you can take the girl out of the black cloud (stick her out in the sun to dry up) but you can't take the black cloud out of the girl.
i saw what you did.. who saw what i did? how sneaky can we all be? can we sneak so much as to deceive even our biggest critic? even ourselves? yep. you heard it here first folks. you can just call me Uncle Itchy Wrists.
dig deep for that one.
no tricks, right?
please say no tricks.
fucking guillotine
<3
how am I supposed to plan out a life when all these other lovely opportunities keep presenting themselves? where's my five-year plan? do I even plan to live five years?
le sigh..
hurricane season is going to start early this year. and the first big one is stirring right in the pit of my stomach. looks like i can't plot this one.. i can't predict it, can't track it. In fact, the whole nature of it goes against all things.. all things. all beliefs, all guidelines, all rules.. all principles.. all blown out the miniature window in my bedroom. (please take the ants with you)
you can take me out of the situation. you can tell me to stop thinking about it. or maybe turn around and deal with it. yea, stare that big black monster right in the face! tell it you're not scared. it doesn't bother you!
(turns out it does. it does in fact bother me)
doesn't matter what you tell me. in one ear and out the other, right? you can take the girl out of the black cloud (stick her out in the sun to dry up) but you can't take the black cloud out of the girl.
i saw what you did.. who saw what i did? how sneaky can we all be? can we sneak so much as to deceive even our biggest critic? even ourselves? yep. you heard it here first folks. you can just call me Uncle Itchy Wrists.
dig deep for that one.
no tricks, right?
please say no tricks.
fucking guillotine
<3