Sleep once again eluded methe savage nights are brutal in the manner that they are empty. A psychedelic combination of colors screamed from the TV once again. What ever happen to the national anthem and the English guy selling cutlery? Boredom takes hold with both hands this past night, daring me to find something to do. By god, that is a task which appears to be never ending and never achieving. The thought of potential mental paralysis began to seep inlike a soft stew in the mental cavities. Is there nothing to do in this place? Maybe I should run away with the circus. Ye Gods nonothing there but carnies searching for a town to settle in, thus trading in their nomad lives for one like mine "Barnum knew what people wanted: Freaks, Clowns, and wild animals. Sounds like my type of shindig."
The colorful lights only outshined by the people who run them. I do love the colorful tattooed freaksnot afraid yet afraideyes and minds open for the most.
These thoughts soon become botched. Frivolous wordsNOTHING HERE BUT FEAR of emptiness. Nothing sounds good to write or read. A tasteless cracker with out waterstale even. The madding sounds of daybreak were in reach, and no comfort with it. Jesus, I want to "buy the ticket and take the ride", but the ride has since passed by his own accord.
Bastard, he left me here to scavenge for myself and among the monsters. We are going to need a fine boot to get out of this mess. Words on a page as a guide. But I am not sure how to decipher them without an interpreterand I left him in the scorching heat of Texas.
Just think, as we search for change in ourselves in order to feel achievement, another person strives to be in our shoes. We all replace each other in this food chain. Looking for the opportunity to be childish while at the simultaneously being mature. I say screw matureits over-rated and not as amusing.
Maybe I should look for the edgebut I am far away from wanting to peek over the side. I see this as true for almost everyone. Here is where we are the same. We all "call on god, but row away from the rocks."
I have realized recently that I have lost the total taste for those who dress up in proper costume. They are the ones that look to run the scam on the next person as often as possible. It's in the cultureVICIOUS cycles run rapid. Each taking a jab at the next.seeing whom will fall, stumble or just plain ol dies. The carcasses will not go unusedit will be used for everything that it's worth before discarded and forgotten.
With all this babble typed I yearn to delete the entire thingbut it seems to be momentarily feeling. I rarely have something to saywhen I remember to say it.
I will add this to the word news and let the savages devour itchomping it up and laughing at its attempt to be a touch creative and new. In trying to create, one must acknowledge the reality that it already existsbut betteruntil the next interlude of boring ranting
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The colorful lights only outshined by the people who run them. I do love the colorful tattooed freaksnot afraid yet afraideyes and minds open for the most.
These thoughts soon become botched. Frivolous wordsNOTHING HERE BUT FEAR of emptiness. Nothing sounds good to write or read. A tasteless cracker with out waterstale even. The madding sounds of daybreak were in reach, and no comfort with it. Jesus, I want to "buy the ticket and take the ride", but the ride has since passed by his own accord.
Bastard, he left me here to scavenge for myself and among the monsters. We are going to need a fine boot to get out of this mess. Words on a page as a guide. But I am not sure how to decipher them without an interpreterand I left him in the scorching heat of Texas.
Just think, as we search for change in ourselves in order to feel achievement, another person strives to be in our shoes. We all replace each other in this food chain. Looking for the opportunity to be childish while at the simultaneously being mature. I say screw matureits over-rated and not as amusing.
Maybe I should look for the edgebut I am far away from wanting to peek over the side. I see this as true for almost everyone. Here is where we are the same. We all "call on god, but row away from the rocks."
I have realized recently that I have lost the total taste for those who dress up in proper costume. They are the ones that look to run the scam on the next person as often as possible. It's in the cultureVICIOUS cycles run rapid. Each taking a jab at the next.seeing whom will fall, stumble or just plain ol dies. The carcasses will not go unusedit will be used for everything that it's worth before discarded and forgotten.
With all this babble typed I yearn to delete the entire thingbut it seems to be momentarily feeling. I rarely have something to saywhen I remember to say it.
I will add this to the word news and let the savages devour itchomping it up and laughing at its attempt to be a touch creative and new. In trying to create, one must acknowledge the reality that it already existsbut betteruntil the next interlude of boring ranting
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