pretty soon there will be nothing, i will reach without thinking and fit into that perfect model maniquin drug addicts before me succeed to fill to the top. one thing i can never understand, the denial that goes with mass therapy, and the followers that believe it. i think its just like religion things don’t pan out like they tend to do, then you feel shitty so you replace them with an excuse of fake hope. the fakest hope that we all drop our bags when presented with.. dont you want to breath that air, that air that a baby breathes right wehn he leaves his first home, he drops like teenage balls ina na “adult” woman trying to say this is me. but you cant make your kid a better version of you, that is not how it works, to think so is a crazy wild thought that can be picked up by any other stray that happens to be floating aroudn when you hear it dont you love to hear the sound of fingers crackling wiht no mistake no st a distracted stance, i dont’ opping just you and what yoiu are what you right and becaome not like that sweaty dreaded girl with the high eyes and i dont know if she has found something great or if she just dropped it all, i think about dying almost every night when i soloute and trust whatever goes on. dont you think kidneys feel? do you think its disgusting that we are taught nothing that is relavent to our well being, we are taught societys made up wardrobe that feeds the walking dead, they burrow in their taped off homes, something i can respect. i want to kill this keyboard righrt now it is a vessel for my bad attitude. non stop you look around you at the things you are with every morning, but youi don’t see them, you look into space thinking about something else something more in front of you and real than a haircut or a tied up lock on the back of your head. eventually that taste will turn bad and you will need something more, a kid can never make you what you need to be on your own, so why do you fantasize about that it is over and done, i know youre afraid of things never being like they were before, but trust it, change is possible in love, yes it will not be the crazy curious butterflies you felt going down the slide wiht the one you really love. I guess it may be a better idea to stunt your thought so you fit in...so you agree with the rhythmic flow of the concerts you enver see right in the heart of it all you see the plague biking down a street that turns into a drop of water in a spoon that is brand new, so fun to use, so clean and real i wish my heart squirted every off beat please kick me cause if it occurs to you i might like it. which is not socially excetable, i’m having a realaly hard time adjusting to what is exceptable. in normal chill sessions with people i like sometime i lose control. i have lost control. and its hard to pick up which is what you need to do in this industry IE”the cocaine american apparel new york radio industry” is it an industry? i dont think i like industry very much i would rather sit hear and spit words at a screen that will see the candles i burn when its not on. jesus christ we are brainswashed by these screens, we are murdered and inacurate because of these red dotted lines under our words. when did reading stop being something to compfrehedn and something to watch and judge. when i read i feel completely alone and safe. everything is okay i am under the umbrella and the rain is really in us already. its comforting to meet another of your kind. i didn’t think they exist. i still don’t. fuckit it’s not something i can change. if i am proved wrong you will be the first person to tell my best friens that understands the clicking of my fingers in the night turned day. justus fucking christ. at the bar i introduced my self to a number of people, and this guy outside which looked like a sno bro, a cool guy still, sno bro is not a bad thing... /:
Anyways i showed this fucking guy my idea to prove i was me, and he still didn’t belive it, i just brought my id in my back pocket instead of my whole wallet, cause i hate carrying....so i could see whipping out souly an Id is kind of strange or even planned seeming. have you ever kicked in front of you when you don’t feel the back. i will injest the air like a delicious scrumptious meal that i will scarf dwown and try to be real as i show the true colors no one will be blind they have seen them before my true colors are already what they are. so see them and think what you want because they are only me and something i can make but never change. what is change, is it giving in to the answer blowin gin the wind like boby d says? i think change is the acceptance of what is always going to be moving in front of you, you better get grounded and get used to it because its not going anywhere but more ridiculous and up. theank god i don’t have a tv thank god i dont have to stare into that mindless device that breeds small pupils and no love or self pleasure. don’t you want to take somebody home? is that on your to do list but something you are really not down wiht, cause i anted to get laid pretty bad tonight and i just fucking met and talked to a girl like a writer, of courser my wild fucking roomate brandon initiated the conversation while i was in the bathroom, then she talked to me and told me she was a writer of a blog. jesus christ. i don’t know, i came here to meet people to collaborate with real people that won’t give my equal liveriam. is that what it is> a party pacer why would someone use a much more potent subestance to guide them through a party, seems kind of stupid to me. i wish i had a blog and small little cards like that girl that filmed bird call at the radio (that passage will only make sense to you justus) so christ stops once he stubs his to to swear and feel he is human to believe he is real to stop this insanity to hear these love songs without a love is retareded as the fucking next block you walk down. i listen to this song with people that are my friends and they get the wrong vibe. why cant you just enjoy the song with pure nostalgic value, why can’t you lay loose and hang in that hammock you built to do just that. you hit against the walls of the house and you see they arne what you thought before but a caugting sign of what came right before when you got out of the cab and reached for your walled you saw that cuban spread out on the pavement bleeding ambulance playing with the sirens as usual. you kill to get closer to it and see the human leak up front. we say out loud that it is a sleep over, thats why i never stay. if i have the option to wake up in my bed or someone elses i choose me everytime
Anyways i showed this fucking guy my idea to prove i was me, and he still didn’t belive it, i just brought my id in my back pocket instead of my whole wallet, cause i hate carrying....so i could see whipping out souly an Id is kind of strange or even planned seeming. have you ever kicked in front of you when you don’t feel the back. i will injest the air like a delicious scrumptious meal that i will scarf dwown and try to be real as i show the true colors no one will be blind they have seen them before my true colors are already what they are. so see them and think what you want because they are only me and something i can make but never change. what is change, is it giving in to the answer blowin gin the wind like boby d says? i think change is the acceptance of what is always going to be moving in front of you, you better get grounded and get used to it because its not going anywhere but more ridiculous and up. theank god i don’t have a tv thank god i dont have to stare into that mindless device that breeds small pupils and no love or self pleasure. don’t you want to take somebody home? is that on your to do list but something you are really not down wiht, cause i anted to get laid pretty bad tonight and i just fucking met and talked to a girl like a writer, of courser my wild fucking roomate brandon initiated the conversation while i was in the bathroom, then she talked to me and told me she was a writer of a blog. jesus christ. i don’t know, i came here to meet people to collaborate with real people that won’t give my equal liveriam. is that what it is> a party pacer why would someone use a much more potent subestance to guide them through a party, seems kind of stupid to me. i wish i had a blog and small little cards like that girl that filmed bird call at the radio (that passage will only make sense to you justus) so christ stops once he stubs his to to swear and feel he is human to believe he is real to stop this insanity to hear these love songs without a love is retareded as the fucking next block you walk down. i listen to this song with people that are my friends and they get the wrong vibe. why cant you just enjoy the song with pure nostalgic value, why can’t you lay loose and hang in that hammock you built to do just that. you hit against the walls of the house and you see they arne what you thought before but a caugting sign of what came right before when you got out of the cab and reached for your walled you saw that cuban spread out on the pavement bleeding ambulance playing with the sirens as usual. you kill to get closer to it and see the human leak up front. we say out loud that it is a sleep over, thats why i never stay. if i have the option to wake up in my bed or someone elses i choose me everytime
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