Sunday, 8 May 2011
07:58:59 PM (GMT)
lower your voice and be recognized. i, of course, see no reason to reply. give me my
just desserts give me my recognition, that proof. remain closed to all of those who
dare to remain unchanged by your words. pull back the hammer and take aim. and shoot
yourself in the foot, shoot everyone else in the foot. rid us all of meaning. the
credit seems to be all yours. and you're sure of your strength once more.
(and all could be dismissed with "whatever, it's cool" and you could argue that it
must be good or violent or irrelevant, but it isn't really any of those, and i guess
i hate that attitude more than anything)
don't shoot, don't show. push harder the plastic forks under my nails. things don't
turn like this even in our wildest dreams. what exactly is that smile? what is that
smile on your face supposed to mean?
"we both know i've got those thoughts and words too, but i guess i don't give them
[one] "go back where you came from, i don't care, please go right now!"
[other] "i wish i could but i seem to have forgotten how"
there are a few truths, and here's just one: i'm as fucked up about as much as you're
fucked up. but beyond that there are only grasped straws and our own private
perceived flaws. where's that gun? we should both use it. doomed from the start.
committed to failure. simply mirrors all? rejected selves live to fall.
Last edited: 8 May 2011