Untitled or something.Wow, what a wonderful evening we had last night. You looked so fantastic, and for once in my life, I was comfortable with the way I looked. The lighting, the mood, the setting, me, you; everything was as close to perfect as it could ever get.Untitled or something.
If only that night had actually happened.
So I sit here, fruitlessly biding my time, the steady glare of the computer monitor etching away at my consciousness, fogging over what could have been in a whistful pallor of empty nothingness.
And as I stare into this artificial emittor of siren song, this hypnotic box of woe and malcontent, I realize th
One for all... and then what?The tendrils of my heart scathe the ground, looking for something to hold onto, as my roots, they are failing me. I'm swaying so hard in this wind, but I'm intent on creeping on, looking for someone else. What a treacherous journey this will be, I know... Creeping... Creeping... Faultering, creeping... Is the world really this barren?One for all... and then what?
This hunger, this thirst...! My roots stretch deep in their search for food. Their search runs cold, and I faulter once more; my xylem and phloem shudder, yearning for more.
And you can see that I need water, but what do you care, there's a football game on T.V.
Eclipsed WhiteBillowing in the sky, an effortless cascade of a jillion tiny crystals, suspended in air, but relentlessly falling from above; somewhere, anywere, nowhere, as they cease to exist, and exist as one. A raspy whistle signals dismay, chaos; an entire civilization (as a guise, inanimate), jostled by this sound, end up a torrent of furious, flurrious movement.Eclipsed White
Another whistle, and another, and another yet, and the world as we know it mobs together, stinging and burning and devastating all it touches.
It's cold and harsh out there, I know, but as the sun sets up camp in the most easterly regions of the horizon, sending out
Philosophical song, yay.Why do we cry when somebody dies? Why do we run when stricken with fear? Why do we kill when it causes unjust pain? Why must we continue to bury life in hate? Why must we opress the opinions we don't like? Why must we always look down upon others, And knowingly commit such acts against our kin?Philosophical song, yay.
Strings...If I If I could be there with you All hours of the night I'd not want to fight And you always knew I just want to be next to youStrings...
I don't want a one-night stand I just want to hold your hand
It's so wrong To string me along To string me along like a toy
Oh, of all the people I've known It's you who I've decided I love The way you rapture me You make me realize what I'm meant to be made of
But the way you leave me The ways you've decieved me Your love leaves me to grieve It's you who I've decided I need I
So.
Tense
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"And we don't even care/ To shake these zipper blues/ And we don't know/ Just where our bones will rest/ To dust, I guess/Forgotten and absorbed/ Into earth, below"
-Smashing Pumpkins "1979" (c)
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i never gave a damn about the weather and it never gave a damn about me..
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
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rosin your bow, sing your scales
do your lunges
we're going
field-
dancing
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"And we don't even care/ To shake these zipper blues/ And we don't know/ Just where our bones will rest/ To dust, I guess/Forgotten and absorbed/ Into earth, below"
-Smashing Pumpkins "1979" (c)
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