Scraps of Writing
Your cigarette smoke blows through my hair and out the window up to
the sky. Message received like a stake through the heart, but the
words will fade before the night is through. You were there when
the cracks were being formed, but you left before I fell in.
- How I remember a song of a friend of Joey's
The one who can spot a serial killer the quickest is another serial
killer.
TALKING THROUGH A WALL OF GLASS
FALLING ASLEEP IN THE SNOW
SPEAKING WHAT I NEVER MEANT TO SAY
DRIFTING THROUGH FAERY TALES
SWIRLING INTO STRANGENESS, BLACKNESS, DARKNESS, DREAMNESS.
Slipping into madness is good for the comparision.
You are trapped on this Earth so you will explode.
The universe is a huge complex fractal, infinite surface, very
little depth.
Once Again The Illusion Is Shattered.
He's losing friends because he slept with people he shouldn't have
and didn't with people he should have.
MALLTERNATIVE
small dark room - it goes deeper than that
COLOUR VIOLATION
one & one make three
my world is full of confusion
love, hate, contradiction
are they chasing me
am i chasing them
am i paranoid
or just paranoid that everyone else is paranoid
are they looking at me
or do they think im looking at them
well i am
but only to wonder if theyre wondering the same
can they see through my clothes
have they torn off my mask
can they see me naked to the bone
do they know all my thoughts about them
just because i undress you
or imagine being with you
doesnt mean i like you
im just seeing
what if
do they think i know what's inside their mind
and do you think they know what's inside my mind
am i broadcasting all my thoughts over some invisible radio
do they see me for what i really am
and just pretending they dont
do they see beneath my skin
all of my perverted chaotic thoughts
are they just pretending that they dont.
So will you be my friend tomorrow,
And be my friend today.
Out friendship may not last for long,
But for now it's here to stay.
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time is a word we use for something we dont understand.
Beauty is that which stimulates us in a positive way.
That which does not stimulate us does not exist.
There is always some positive and some negative in the way of
stimulation. This is the yin-yang.