The true world disappearing, heavy curtains slowly closing across the face of God.
Think; It's not Illegal yet.
VoltaireRevolt (1:17:31 PM): Oh, is that a "Take it as it comes" kinda philosophy?
iambabyboots (1:17:50 PM): Sure
iambabyboots (1:18:09 PM): And it's the 'You really don't have to understand what I do or why I do it' Kinda philosophy.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!â€
-Jack Kerouac
One day you'll wake up and finally really realize you are not special, you're not one of a kind, and the world doesn't need you. Then you'll open your eyes and maybe it'll be the saddest day of your life.
When you shut your eyes the world doesn't stop.
When you die the world goes on.
When you are gone; you will be forgotten by time.
i feel like cutting my dick off and sending it to paris where maybe they will get it confused with a cigarette and smoke it..
i feel like jumping into a an acid pool filled with withering strawberries and barqued rice so when i die i can say i have done something that maybe...maybe somebody hasn't done.
i feel like writing a letter to the prime minister of China to see if his headquaters are in tact so i can take over the piece of shit unit that happens to be so much more miraculous than us...
i feel like crawling backwards to Montana so i can take, fake, and rape a horse filled with unicorn offspring..
i feel like drawing the the unsatisfied horric world that we supposedly live in and draw a small atomic bomb so the unsatisfiedpeople wont exist and cant complain..
i feel like rubbing a majic eraser on the back of my hand sop when the scar is remembered ,i can majically make those remembered disappear..
does this answer your question.?
-Breeane D.
I like to feel my music.
one bright morning in the middle of the night
two dead boys got up to fight
back to back they faced each other
drew there swords and shot each other
a deaf policeman heard the noise
and came and killed the two dead boys
Alexander
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