crumbs - are what my life has boiled down to - strewn about everywhere - braided into the carpet - little bits that - upon further inspection are revealed - to be tangles of forlorn remnants - charred black by fragmented glass - this, the fiber of my being - merely a delusion urging me to chase - the very dysphoria that led me to this - on my knees, searching - hoping for something to carry me through - until again the horizon is smudged with uncertainty - a bleakness devoid of promise - and the dredge of the minute hand - counting down in intervals of intensifying suffering - my hands, shaking - death rattles of collected trinkets - of the kind that stick to your shoe - and form forrests on your floor mat - this is where I reside - this is what i've become -
Do you really know who you are, the at work you, and the you at the bar, In the workplace, you put on your work face, be nice to people you dislike, take pride in the work you despise, disguise your vibe, hold back whats inside, let it ride, charge to credit, buy, in debits, in debt, but unleaded premium embeded in your bm, w, you dont look for trouble, you, run from the other you, after work its the at home you, disciplinary parent tell your son "I own you", teach him to follow your footsteps, do anything to reach him, bleach him with every time you give a speech, 10 times a week, spend time with me, theres no I In team, When your wife says I Love you, and tried to hug you, she basically has to tug you, in bed your a slug you ,dread makin love to, your love who loves you, roll over and fall asleep, wake up its your day off, tell your kids to stay off, your grass so the 15 minutes of labor pays off, now in your car, you are now the in the bar you, having drinks with the bar dudes, so you think you are you?, a insightful talk would scar you, never wonder who are you, just a combination of sterotypical abonminations, nothing to offer your just time a wastin, your just a job and a suit and a fluke of generic poop, never giving thought. your forever living lost, have your thrill a game of toss, your game is lost, in the on sale racks, you cost a tiny fee, but gosh this game is rather off, routine rooting organization spewing, copy machine gluing, coffe machine pursuing, tie rack doing your tie, lack of pride when you spie, that face in the mirror a lie thats suddenly getting clearer, barley time to get your life back................. -_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_ -_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_- _-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_- ALL WORDS AND ART BY ME, COPYRIGHT 2006, PUNISHABLE BY A GUILTY CONSCiENCE-_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_- _--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_--_-_-_ -_-_-_--_-_-_-_-_-_-
Do you even realize what youre doing, have you considered all those heads that youre screwing, are you aware of what your existence implys, are you around when living rooms go misty eyed, do you intend to be humanitys gateway, to all of those dreams without a chance in the fate play, malicious intent or just an action to a gain, a swell in the sea the reactions are the same, howling at the moon be the cause of the tide, fantasy has a place but some cant let it ride, do you understand that the lines have been blurred, by the fictional conviction behind your spoken word, hearts have been wrenched by a characters demise, some shroud themselves in a scripted disguise, unattainable, sweet surrogate life, impaled on the end of that remote control knife
I play god on my space, welcome to my place, my realm became your world, hope you like my taste, here I can pretend, see how together I am? check out my stats, look at all the friends, befriended by code with benefits, I found my place in the world, and apparently so did you, if you ever read this, then youll know its true, say the words out loud, and suddenly there ill be, speaking through you, while, visually, your engaged, by digital me, its funny at first, before it becomes a chore, life exists in here, who needs a front door, in here im always, wondering, waiting, copying, pasting, reading, writing, breathing, typing, seething, wiping, spelling, yelling, longing, longing, longing, longing, did i mention longing? for who or what i'll never tell, so its only me im wronging, eclipsed by clicks I omit life, I admit I don't admit my lust for the quick life enough to fully realize how much its a shit life, and it goes like this I, have a jpg of this girl id like to hit right, in the spot i use the mouse to click, right where id like to be when day turns to night and the mood is great topic is light, so i stuck her face on a chick in sim life, wich led to conflicting interests why cant I win life?
-Finding patterns in the ocean--Under the skys dividing line--West is humanity--East is Infinity--I've been here before--Life is an ocean--Pushing and pulling--Building and breaking--But always remaining--Pulling us out to sea collectivley--Swept away by the currents seperatley--Feeling small in a big world-
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest
There stood a man - With the world in his hand - Possesing more understanding - Than you can understand - Just a human finding bliss - In things most others miss - A soul with more rapture - Than a camera could ever capture - Always pushing FURTHER - A total respect deserver - The chief of his tribe - and ON THE BUS they ride - takin by the euphoric tide - Refreshing life and giving pride - Part of eachother's lives - More than they could deny - Sharing the same mindstate - Part of a divine fate - Saddened by how some could find hate - Nothing lasts part of the past that time ate -