Friday, October 17, 2003
childhood
ok. so i am here. you are here. eye-contact please. can you engage your soul with mine. i do at times feel alive, i must admit. ok: remember a time when you were a child, just one. maybe you thought you were the smartest child on the block. maybe not. but: i can guarantee this one thing: you were alive with your own explicit silence. like a eletronic toy unwinds. a snowstorm of the mind. a giggle can be a chainsaw when yr' still a boy.
a black friend a white friend its all the same your colourfully coulourblind. take advantage of your memory. rape and pillage your own innocence endlessly. the phrase breaks under intention. hold your attention just long enough to know this one thing. i was there with you. hold me close. my sincerity. take its sweet taste under your tongue. me and you are one.
ok. so i am here. you are here. eye-contact please. can you engage your soul with mine. i do at times feel alive, i must admit. ok: remember a time when you were a child, just one. maybe you thought you were the smartest child on the block. maybe not. but: i can guarantee this one thing: you were alive with your own explicit silence. like a eletronic toy unwinds. a snowstorm of the mind. a giggle can be a chainsaw when yr' still a boy.
a black friend a white friend its all the same your colourfully coulourblind. take advantage of your memory. rape and pillage your own innocence endlessly. the phrase breaks under intention. hold your attention just long enough to know this one thing. i was there with you. hold me close. my sincerity. take its sweet taste under your tongue. me and you are one.
The Shift
still alive. still alive. check my watch: yes, still alive. and at this point in the diagram nothing is forever for sure, indeed. oh bad god, where shall i turn when the turnpike twists on the extremity of free will and constant suffering bliss? sure: you could call it all a coatcheck; pick up up coat from the doorman, right?; compound your problems to man awaiting your return -- eternally as would say Nietzche; or collectively as would say a man-like Ghandi
did you eternally return alive to me until i was forced into some untidy reincarnation -- oh good god. But: of course the damp silence, of course. This all annoys me to no end. i bend like rubbery duck, opening and closing, opening and closing. turning on a dime. turning to reinterpret your decline. can you reintroduce one sweetheart into my life, good god? bad god: just leave me alone.
i am, of course, lost in the torrential downpour of eternity. of course, i am lost in the eternal reinterpretation of every moment, oh bad god. my alter-ego forgot to hang up the phone -- leave me alone, leave me alone.
still alive. still alive. check my watch: yes, still alive. and at this point in the diagram nothing is forever for sure, indeed. oh bad god, where shall i turn when the turnpike twists on the extremity of free will and constant suffering bliss? sure: you could call it all a coatcheck; pick up up coat from the doorman, right?; compound your problems to man awaiting your return -- eternally as would say Nietzche; or collectively as would say a man-like Ghandi
did you eternally return alive to me until i was forced into some untidy reincarnation -- oh good god. But: of course the damp silence, of course. This all annoys me to no end. i bend like rubbery duck, opening and closing, opening and closing. turning on a dime. turning to reinterpret your decline. can you reintroduce one sweetheart into my life, good god? bad god: just leave me alone.
i am, of course, lost in the torrential downpour of eternity. of course, i am lost in the eternal reinterpretation of every moment, oh bad god. my alter-ego forgot to hang up the phone -- leave me alone, leave me alone.
