| Life isn't supposed to be boring. Whats the point of that? Whether we live on, in another form, Or just cease to be. Whether eternity is spent with God, Or in purgatory. When eternity comes, Will I be satisfied? Or will I regret? And wish, and dream, And promise to never forget. When all is said, and all is done, All recessed into the sun. When all go home, and all dismissed, Only thinking of themselves. Are they satisfied? Or only worried of their health? Would they go down the rabbit hole? Let imagination guide them? Place wishes upon every star, Just in case somebody heard them? But when we are gone, it doesn't matter. Granted or not, forever secrets. For all the wishes I could make, All in vein for lack of chance. If I could only bend reality, Force the motionless to dance. Eat every mushroom. Let your creativity violently rape you. And in the afterglow, Be Satisfied. |
| Random thoughts are in the air today. Bouncing off the walls. if one gets out There will be Hell to pay. with no one to Pay it off. It's pointless both to go or Stay. so fly away in a random direction. Random people doing random things. Running around telling random fictions. |
| No one understands my words. But thats ok, because neither do I. I find it relaxing, being in my own world. Sitting in the corner of an empty room. Staring blankly at where the window used to be. But that was so long ago. So long ago. So long ago, I don't remember the veiw. So whats new, out there in that foreign world? So I'm through, pretendiong to be interested. I close the door to my little room. Paint it all white and lose track, Of all openings, crevices, airholes, or cracks. Sensing, but not seeing, all the beings, in their outside world. Attention lost, sun turned to frost. Darkness falls on all, except me. Locked away in my little white room. |
| Feel Me Hear Me Touch Me Want Me Help Me Taste Me Hold Me Hate Me See Me Know Me Smell Me Fuck Me Kiss Me Hug Me Need Me Love Me |
| (To Reese...) I seem to be missing something. I miss your touch. I miss your taste. I need your lips on mine. I need to feel your tounge on my body. I want to hear you whispering my name. I need to feel your skin under my fingertips. I want to feel your chill bumps when I hit just the right spots. I want to do everything that turns you on. I seem to be missing something. I miss your voice. I miss your face. I need to see you, all of you. I need to feel you pressed agaist me. I want to see your lips make an "OH" as you grip at my hair. I need to taste every inch of your body. I want to know your every inch and curve. I want to know your smell. I seem to be missing something. I miss your eyes. I miss you lips. I need you to want me. I need to kiss you neck, and chest, and thighs in the darkness. I want to make you cum like you naver have. I need you to let me take you. I want you to need me. I want you. I seem to be missing something. I miss you. I want you. I want you. I want you. |
| Epiphany: It is only good to love that which will love you in return, and only to the extent that it will love you, no more and no less. |
| "I start dreaming, and it all just becomes music." ~Bjork |
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