Spiritual vacuums, fish and the guy who told me to write before he went on vacation
And somewhere in another conversation bubble another friend of mine says a soul can be reborn. It scares me that he didn't argue against my conviction that my soul is dead. I told him (cue spotlight and cheesy organ music) he asked what place and i told him i live in TISVOTU is actually a franchise, my beautiful friend R lives in one of the chains. A remarkably different atmosphere due to geopolitical variances--but that same soulless quality is guaranteed! Sometimes when fresh offers her theories i feel like she's a scientist on the outside looking in with horror and fascination. Bless her for trying to fight the forces of darkness with a plan of action The thing is a plan of action requires the will to function. And not the 'oh yes, let me open my eyes and wake up again today because i have nothing better to do!' kind of will to function either. No it requires BALLS Wild eyed, Mexican, willingness to die out of desperation CAJONES And I'm sorry that's just not copasetic man, i'm not about that-- I'm about hair and peace and softness and doing things out of your love for them. I'm not going to eat because of some sick, death row hunger that attacks my stomach when i know i'm going to be six feet under soon Okay so it was fun living on the mild Egyptian equivalent of 'the edge' for a while--but i've got nothing to show for it but a sparkling (bitter) personality and fucking potential Dear everyone who tells me I have potential, You should be informed that I am potentially comatose No really. I'm almost 75% sure that those people are more awake than I am. (see how I added a figure there for credibility) PS, I'm getting August 31st brain spasms reminding me of registration so if i happen to twitch in your presence be advised, i'm simply panicking over my future
psst, says the older fish, i know all of that isn't true, but i know that young fish has to blurt it all out to feel better i know that a happy ending comes in the middle of the night from a golden haired girl that waited a long time for her painful story to finish and i'm so proud of her --- and last i heard from the boy on mental vacation, which seems so long... |