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How did it go?
(Horribly. I'd rather not talk about it right
now.)
I hope you feel better)
Perhaps I will drive you
insane
Maybe I'm not there after all
(I know)
Watching the colors
rain
and suddenly it matters not at all
I care nothing about those
ranchers
Your hair used to be so different. I liked it more
before, but
that's not really true at all
Running by the oceans
nothing could touch
your style
but now you've got the pleasure to worry about
The pleasure of
falling down
You'll be out there sitting on a castle
wondering how there's
nothingness
where there used to be warmth and graciousness
now they don't
care at all
now they don't care
You can evade the pain by
getting
sexually pleased
only lasts for a while
the moment is eternity until you
look up at the sky
the sky changes, but basically stays the same
except
for the cheapening
of the greenhouse gases
you are like that too
(what
the hell is this from?)
(Me)
(oh it's pretty good. I thought you
might have been
getting it from somewhere. Well, I guess that's
a
compliment.)
Your world is like the sky
they all want your body, if
only they'd accept your
mind...
but nothing can touch you as you soar over
the winter
night and take a breath of ozone
The circles don't matter at
all
You know it but your urge doesn't care.
You'll go around in circles
and calculate the circles
And wonder about the people who gave their lives
to
Neptune in the north part of the city, betraying
Pluto,
It feels
good, you should try
(Hmm. I think I'm too emotionally imbalanced to
try
right now... all I can think about is failure.)
Well, so am. I
think it would have a good effect
on you)
the paradox of being a
boy
I apologize for being obnoxius, I'm just finding
this thereputic
and productive
(I don't mind. I'm just not saying anything
because
I'm rather bitter right now.)
When you take that fall
you can
crash and bounce,
up to levels that are dreamed about, in the eyes of
the
disfortunate, disfortunate, to want it, and never
to receive those
things...."There's nothing that would
sort you out, nothing that I could say
or do" Oh, I
know that you could sort if out, if only they'd let
you,
those warm and friendly bastards
Suddenly the adjectives disappear as your
clothes do,
and you are exposed only not as you really are
(!!!)
As those incompetent secretaries look down on you as
you as
God
You spit at them in your mind, but you won't take the
liberty of
breaking away, shunning their faces, they
will smile, and laugh, and shake
your hand, and you'll
return the favor feeling only mildly sick
inside.
The ironies of being a boy.
Waken up the morning after finally
reaching REM state,
the instrument of evil becomes the pesky Jonah
speaks
to your mind as you grimace in a knee jerk reaction,
they see you
naked again but NOT AS YOU are. "Who's seeing you at all? Who's seeing you
at all?"
---Belle and Sebastian "Ease Your Feet Into the Sea" One day
you'll wake up mourning, and you'll realize,
it's fine
Not
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