junksick
Bluelighter
Man is Gods lab rat. Wind us up and send us out, see what happens. Damn we surprise him more and more everyday. Cute, funny, wondrous, yet full of horror.
More or less, we are paving the way for the moon who sends us sweet lapping waves; songs to commit animalistic delight by. We'll be drenched in it soon enough.
Never have I witnessed such dubious sorrow, drama, drama, poor-poor me. Really it's not that life isn't worth living rather it's that your not worthy of living life. Heaping a ton of roses on our gravestones means nothing, it's still only death and worms on the inside.
A streaming convulsion of dark sinners: just what we needed. Put the spotlight on the old men, the good men who punch it out with defiant ideas and crass cynicism. Now you tell me what has littered the world with a collective of sickness and beauty: forget it. i'd rather not know. The importance of paradoxes clouds are minds to the evils within; amen.
The junk streaming through your veins doesn't mean shit, those bursting connections in your body are nothing more than fluff. So you see when I catch the waves of sunlight running through the air and onto my face, my eyes, my brain and soul I can be a witness.
Loops of flowers run all round his feet like barbed wire, guarding and protecting him, keeping him safe from the dangers of experience. This is where the prose ends, and your life begins.
More or less, we are paving the way for the moon who sends us sweet lapping waves; songs to commit animalistic delight by. We'll be drenched in it soon enough.
Never have I witnessed such dubious sorrow, drama, drama, poor-poor me. Really it's not that life isn't worth living rather it's that your not worthy of living life. Heaping a ton of roses on our gravestones means nothing, it's still only death and worms on the inside.
A streaming convulsion of dark sinners: just what we needed. Put the spotlight on the old men, the good men who punch it out with defiant ideas and crass cynicism. Now you tell me what has littered the world with a collective of sickness and beauty: forget it. i'd rather not know. The importance of paradoxes clouds are minds to the evils within; amen.
The junk streaming through your veins doesn't mean shit, those bursting connections in your body are nothing more than fluff. So you see when I catch the waves of sunlight running through the air and onto my face, my eyes, my brain and soul I can be a witness.
Loops of flowers run all round his feet like barbed wire, guarding and protecting him, keeping him safe from the dangers of experience. This is where the prose ends, and your life begins.
