Im washed by the moonless knights of our convival round table, here to sip the life from yet another day in the process of death. with a wink I let in the storm and a million mile long stream of irrelevancies to aid in releiving my thoughtfully societal founded headache. Is this world not the most beautiful play youve ever been forced into?
Speak softly, the spectrum grows dim like the fading reserve of a former you. Here he rests, broken heart glimmering gem in a basket of blood. Deafened mine, my senses crumbled in a wrap of gauze that held my bleeding wrist once long ago. I stuffed it there to forget the pain. Save it all for another time when the earth grows down from the ceiling of stone. I missed it entirely, didnt I? In the coil of this game of life, I mean. I must have wrongly tossed the dice of a snake eyed grant leading straight to the square marked lose a turn. And so it was written.
Fearing this all bitter tasting weed I resorted to an absence of academics. Those academics that require another, the ones I speak mistfully of. A lingering doubt and perhaps a ghost like essence of something I never grew to be. Harsh light of blue sinks closer to the core of the melting pot. He kneels to issue his soul.
Arent we all imperfect? In this perfect cycle we masquerade as we scoop a pinch of palmade and rub it into our magicians curled moustaches. Smile a teeth filled twinkling eyes and another box office success for me and drink a toast to the glory of a well feigned smile. Arent we all dilusional in the scheme of our mortal caskets when we think of our day as a cup for the promises we make to ourselves? It tastes so much better to say someday.
And to that I lift the goblet
To someday may we drink to it all
Speak softly, the spectrum grows dim like the fading reserve of a former you. Here he rests, broken heart glimmering gem in a basket of blood. Deafened mine, my senses crumbled in a wrap of gauze that held my bleeding wrist once long ago. I stuffed it there to forget the pain. Save it all for another time when the earth grows down from the ceiling of stone. I missed it entirely, didnt I? In the coil of this game of life, I mean. I must have wrongly tossed the dice of a snake eyed grant leading straight to the square marked lose a turn. And so it was written.
Fearing this all bitter tasting weed I resorted to an absence of academics. Those academics that require another, the ones I speak mistfully of. A lingering doubt and perhaps a ghost like essence of something I never grew to be. Harsh light of blue sinks closer to the core of the melting pot. He kneels to issue his soul.
Arent we all imperfect? In this perfect cycle we masquerade as we scoop a pinch of palmade and rub it into our magicians curled moustaches. Smile a teeth filled twinkling eyes and another box office success for me and drink a toast to the glory of a well feigned smile. Arent we all dilusional in the scheme of our mortal caskets when we think of our day as a cup for the promises we make to ourselves? It tastes so much better to say someday.
And to that I lift the goblet
To someday may we drink to it all
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and joss.... yeah, sure you can have the uzi's! that'd be so cute. but remember that i'm the star of the film so i won't be hit by any of your bullets. maybe one straight through the kidney that will seem to have no lasting affect on me, but only if i wear a white suit so you can see the blood gathering on the side. that is, provided you can keep an eye on the wound since i'll be falling out the 15th story of the Nakatomi plaza and busting through the tents of the carnival conveniently gathered in the parking lot as though they knew a man or two would be requiring a soft landing spot. but don't watch too hard or you'll miss the fact that about the 7th floor i pull out the sniper rifle and fire back at you, nailing a direct hit through the eye on the first shot.
roll credits.