Half A Harvest Moon
Right. I am told that the path to hell is paved with good intentions. At this stage in my life I look at things and am unsure as to if it is the goodness of the intentions or the length of time staying on the path that is the reason hell is ever reached. Read into that what you want.
I am tired. Not only am I tired in the physical sense, but also emotionally and of happenings. There are things I would like to tell you I am tired of, but I am afraid that the proverbial "they" have placed wire taps in my phone, computer, lighting fixtures, the Burger King drive through, my microwave, the bathroom and the microphone I use to sing to the world. "They" have also placed video cameras in my car and near my toilet paper. Joe Strummer would not have taken this shit. He would have used the microphone to sing to his toilet paper a song of freedom and love and meant it. I find my beliefs are bought and sold daily never letting me pen a clear and rightous song.
I want you infinite.
I've never been hungry enough to kill.
I, and this is me speaking from my heart, would like to build a time machine and take you with me. I would like for us to travel to February 12th 1945. I would like to take you to a dance club in Dresden, Germany. I would like to imbibe viscious amounts of whisky with you and dance with you for three days under a disco ball while the allies bomb everything around us. I would like that to do that with you. I would like that because it would be a literal manifestation of what you and I are doing now.
Would one vote of no confidence make a difference? What if you were voting on where you and your friends were to eat lunch next Saturday?
I am now fairly certain that you were right about him being the anti-christ.
A very nice kid once lived here. That kid is now a bitter kid who thinks he is an old man. He is not old. But he is bitter. If you were half right about what you think you are, you'd feel pretty good about yourself. When he sees you again he needs your help finding the nice kid. He will ask for your assistance in burning down an abandoned building. You and he will watch it burn. He will be hoping that that building is everything in him burning fucking down to a cinder.
I am tired. Not only am I tired in the physical sense, but also emotionally and of happenings. There are things I would like to tell you I am tired of, but I am afraid that the proverbial "they" have placed wire taps in my phone, computer, lighting fixtures, the Burger King drive through, my microwave, the bathroom and the microphone I use to sing to the world. "They" have also placed video cameras in my car and near my toilet paper. Joe Strummer would not have taken this shit. He would have used the microphone to sing to his toilet paper a song of freedom and love and meant it. I find my beliefs are bought and sold daily never letting me pen a clear and rightous song.
I want you infinite.
I've never been hungry enough to kill.
I, and this is me speaking from my heart, would like to build a time machine and take you with me. I would like for us to travel to February 12th 1945. I would like to take you to a dance club in Dresden, Germany. I would like to imbibe viscious amounts of whisky with you and dance with you for three days under a disco ball while the allies bomb everything around us. I would like that to do that with you. I would like that because it would be a literal manifestation of what you and I are doing now.
Would one vote of no confidence make a difference? What if you were voting on where you and your friends were to eat lunch next Saturday?
I am now fairly certain that you were right about him being the anti-christ.
A very nice kid once lived here. That kid is now a bitter kid who thinks he is an old man. He is not old. But he is bitter. If you were half right about what you think you are, you'd feel pretty good about yourself. When he sees you again he needs your help finding the nice kid. He will ask for your assistance in burning down an abandoned building. You and he will watch it burn. He will be hoping that that building is everything in him burning fucking down to a cinder.
4 Comments:
you must never stop doing this. and i don't only mean on thursdays.
it's all i have.
I second that...
I don't. You suck. Badly. You don't even suck well.
I'm about to attempt to sleaze my way into an awesome job that I don't deserve. Pardon my absence whilst I work the shenanigans.
WWII was such a romantic time and place. id go there with you and dance the bombs away
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