Its 2 in the morning am thinking man i wanna be a hero, defend the innocent and battle for glory but wtf its 2009 theres no villians no great injustices. Atlest none were i can see them and for fuck sakes i live in a socialist country. Waiting for anything to happen here is like trying to boil water with my mind. Ahh honour, glory, the cry of battle. 2009 i live in a box with a blinking screen invented to calm my spirit, to keep me dull and distracted. I work and plan to get myself a bigger box and a better screen. You know what, i was born into slavedom. Slaves 98% Masters 2% and 0% Hero's
What a brain fuck we have allowed ourself to be tricked into
Friday, April 10, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
My Memorial
I was born
I feel in love
I had kids
I dead
Everything else is just shit
Just dust in the wind
I feel in love
I had kids
I dead
Everything else is just shit
Just dust in the wind
Willows Windows
I found a window. It unlocked a door. Behind the door there’s a chair.
The chair holds the key. With the key I can unlock the sun. Behind the sun is a void. In the void you find emptiness. In the Emptiness eternal strangers wave. Dance fools upon clouds. Silver lining clouds draining rain. Soaking us under willows in the wind. Winds closing windows.
The chair holds the key. With the key I can unlock the sun. Behind the sun is a void. In the void you find emptiness. In the Emptiness eternal strangers wave. Dance fools upon clouds. Silver lining clouds draining rain. Soaking us under willows in the wind. Winds closing windows.
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