cypherpunk

and furthermore, yes

cant ever seem to get it together fast enough
the next trouble compiles before the first is dealt with
and im deeper all the time

vastly, sickly deep in the hole that i dug and i deserve.
this is not a movie. there are no happy endings. i am the same all the time.

i could sit in a minute
broken streetlight in windy trees
shifting stoplights, downhill slightly
and i observe the momentum of my ability

there is something unsaid
it comes to me in dreams like this one

sirens echo like tidal waves between brick buildings
and that shit wakes me up all the time
reminds me that i'm not dead
this morning i almost wished i was.

my hangover becomes me.

you know what i'm talking about.

yeah.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

and if i plow the fields now that don't gaurantee plentiful harvest, but starving artists die. -aesop rock

but if i die tomorrow the fields are left to rot
and my starvation was all for naught.
organic matter redistributed,
and a quarter billion switches in a silicon chip.
only an idea has the capacity to outlive me.

moving faster now toward something that i cant share until i get there. i want the whole world to know when I'm done, and then itll be mine. in the meanwhile ive got to make some money...