craft you lies with no disguise
whats so scary about life?
lifes a fucking mess, life hits you when your down, but its great when your up. so like why do i care? becuase im hurt. im not always this sad, i just love the fucking dramma of it all and i dont know what to do about it. there it is, always where i am. i relish it. i create it. i become and then: I AM IT.....wait never then do i wait to see the star light showing these gracefu endevors of the minds follies into everlsating peace solid turning churns dust with life into milkless power of my fasting grace from heavens upon stars and the stars scare teh harmony in the jeeps of life with dancing monachisms to drinking class high white little men of the right clandestine segreative palacde for the mooning shows of little bo pop your now lit the abg of fire and release the man inside who screams these awful words. i cant write fast enough that i live to sing along with all these silly placks of my life, the are there and i know of know other way to listen to them, so please tell me the truth of the matter. and will you please listen to me when i tell you that you are the only one who knows the secrets of mine. you should befall upon the stars when you speak my name, it is the only name you can utter in my presence, i am not your better , and i am not your worse. your vice begets your grace of love, so shite the shittles in your pants you knowth better then we all you have not believed this place of living, until you've seen this place of death, these contrasts are unbearble. i can no longer function with this entity called the mind, its haalowing my further beems of entirety to find the other light of my singluarl type of little whining patheotic lifeless donatoc so tell me what does that mean. i dont know, but when will i stop speaking speak must i have nothing to say, just words, words words, so i sit silently and i dread the end of my only way to everlasting blah blah blah blah blah blah blah vlah blah bvl blah vlah vklahvbvja
this is the end of mine existence, but i cannot end this existence, nor my own, so no one can ever die, suicide only exists in the body, nothing else, the body doesnt even die, it just changes. its so crafty what these lives have done for us. how long do i want this, know my heart is awake typeing these words, and my mind hibernating for all to hear, and none to see....that isnt what i understand...haha .ahahah it hurts. the pain of this silly brain. its so silly i want to say stupid, it irritates me, it vexes me and it pisses me off, that i refuse to shut up in the head i wont control you forever, i will make myself get anrgy i will force my self to not control my apathy for you, apathy will not exist because it doesnt and never will its fake its the mind, its the ego. its all i dont know and dont want to know, its all i dont need, its what i know nothing of. its not me so leave it behind, expresss this sillyness and let it go > LET IT GO THE SILLYNESS EXPRESS AND DROP EXPRESS AND DROP then its settles and all of lifes little mysterys will find their way into my little sanctuary. why when i think i do not know...difhdsfkjhdsofhsdofjhsdlkfhsdfhsdfhsdjfhskd.
know know knowKNOW.
WELL I dont and i live for not knowing, live in pain, live it live in pain you silly beast of burdenous brain.
craft you lies with no disguise...that i say HAHAHAHA!
lifes a fucking mess, life hits you when your down, but its great when your up. so like why do i care? becuase im hurt. im not always this sad, i just love the fucking dramma of it all and i dont know what to do about it. there it is, always where i am. i relish it. i create it. i become and then: I AM IT.....wait never then do i wait to see the star light showing these gracefu endevors of the minds follies into everlsating peace solid turning churns dust with life into milkless power of my fasting grace from heavens upon stars and the stars scare teh harmony in the jeeps of life with dancing monachisms to drinking class high white little men of the right clandestine segreative palacde for the mooning shows of little bo pop your now lit the abg of fire and release the man inside who screams these awful words. i cant write fast enough that i live to sing along with all these silly placks of my life, the are there and i know of know other way to listen to them, so please tell me the truth of the matter. and will you please listen to me when i tell you that you are the only one who knows the secrets of mine. you should befall upon the stars when you speak my name, it is the only name you can utter in my presence, i am not your better , and i am not your worse. your vice begets your grace of love, so shite the shittles in your pants you knowth better then we all you have not believed this place of living, until you've seen this place of death, these contrasts are unbearble. i can no longer function with this entity called the mind, its haalowing my further beems of entirety to find the other light of my singluarl type of little whining patheotic lifeless donatoc so tell me what does that mean. i dont know, but when will i stop speaking speak must i have nothing to say, just words, words words, so i sit silently and i dread the end of my only way to everlasting blah blah blah blah blah blah blah vlah blah bvl blah vlah vklahvbvja
this is the end of mine existence, but i cannot end this existence, nor my own, so no one can ever die, suicide only exists in the body, nothing else, the body doesnt even die, it just changes. its so crafty what these lives have done for us. how long do i want this, know my heart is awake typeing these words, and my mind hibernating for all to hear, and none to see....that isnt what i understand...haha .ahahah it hurts. the pain of this silly brain. its so silly i want to say stupid, it irritates me, it vexes me and it pisses me off, that i refuse to shut up in the head i wont control you forever, i will make myself get anrgy i will force my self to not control my apathy for you, apathy will not exist because it doesnt and never will its fake its the mind, its the ego. its all i dont know and dont want to know, its all i dont need, its what i know nothing of. its not me so leave it behind, expresss this sillyness and let it go > LET IT GO THE SILLYNESS EXPRESS AND DROP EXPRESS AND DROP then its settles and all of lifes little mysterys will find their way into my little sanctuary. why when i think i do not know...difhdsfkjhdsofhsdofjhsdlkfhsdfhsdfhsdjfhskd.
know know knowKNOW.
WELL I dont and i live for not knowing, live in pain, live it live in pain you silly beast of burdenous brain.
craft you lies with no disguise...that i say HAHAHAHA!
posted by Colin McLeod Hae Na at 1/27/2006 02:52:00 AM
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