Why should women always decide? My bathrobe is thinner than yours and there is a bit of a breeze. Look at these clouds, are you afraid of thunder? I don’t know, maybe it’s the electric shock therapy.
YOU ARE SO TALL AND SERIOUS
Don’t be MAD because I laughed at you. I’ve become the anchor of your existence and I can’t see a thing…its like walking on CLOUDS. I cannot speak to just anyone even though I am dead. What IS life to an artist? I face the moment of ultimate perfection…when oblivion shall own me and only death shall love me…but such is life. You have such kind fingers but your thumb looks rather stubborn. Sometimes we are defenseless but I’m not worried at all. Do I seem strange to you? You’re so kind and I’m so horrid.
GOODNIGHT
I’m horrified by my curiosity.
USE ME
I’ve been up for ages and had all kinds of odd experiences. You sleep to much, it makes you a know it all. Even though all you do is RIGHT, it always ends up WRONG. I walk through these walls like foliage because your callousness is perverse…you’re always on the hunt for new subjects. The half lies you speak of are SO refined that they look like the truth. You’re empty but cleaver. From the void within me something was born that I cannot touch. I can’t live in two worlds anymore, I have to choose. I see my confusion, yet, I understand it all too. One draws a magic circle around oneself to keep all bad things out, however, we are forced to live in reality you and me. You look so conspicuous sitting there. I have seen GOD and he was a SPIDER.
REALITY BURST OPEN, and now anything can happen.
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