“She gives me love, love, love, crazy,,,,,,,lvoe”
I’m afraid that if I don’t do well ever, or make a point, that I will suffer the abyss that that guy Nietzsche is always going on about. And at this point in my vida-social, I really don’t aspire going down as a low-life know-nothin’ hoser, that never did nuthin but shine dreams and paint words. Fuck that guy. shit.
“I know. YOU KNOW NOTHING!”
I think that one of my worst mind-fuck-scenarios, is walking into a room [important psych-shit here], and realizing that I don’t belong. Not only that — but that the fact that everyone inside of the room, is wearing a flat smile, waiting for a concertina explosion; things that absolutely become derivative popslop after about 2 beers.
Lest you want to become familiar within these circles, as someone who thoroughly enjoys ancient BW films and a side of canopy-bed bullshit, then steer clear — LOVE IS IN THE AIR. But I still adore the original 13 Ghosts…
“You don’t have the right!”
Listen Chucky, what happened to common sense? What happened to crazy common sense? It’s times like these where I realize that living in a big city and having big dreams often requires the other (more important/less important) part of your brain to induce a sort of divorced conception of liberty (holding close the ideas of smells, looks, and primordial text messages to lost pairings) — most notably known for their pitfall cat calls.
“Shoot me in the dick if my heart feels like having a woo-hoo lessson. Fuck politics, and fuck cigarettes. And fuck floozy-joozy barneby buckles, and fuck Hitler’s armies. But praise the 6 Caws of the Crow Goddess…”
The texture of living has left me stranded with a needle and no instructions. So, there I go, paving an existence that no man wants, and no man needs. WHOO. Most of the time I feel sane.
So what ever happened to happenstance? And for that fact, whatever happened to blue? The color, not the bullshit.
