Galactic
Pain heals, chicks dig scars, Freeones lasts forever
Because I am still confused, at 32, an age I thought I would have it all figured it out.......because I still get angry at little things that I can see as bullshit that many people see as truth........because the country I love has been going downhill since I was a little kid......because I miss my grandparents....because the girl I love, well, it's just not going to work.......which means I must once again embrace the icicle laden arms of loneliness.......because I am always tired.......because I see no hope any more......because I love FreeOnes.......because I KNOW I am going to get flamed for this post, and I just don't care any more........
Because I am tired of racism....of hate.....of fear......because I still see no end to the fraying strands of everything we hold dear that unfurl from our grasping fingertips as we desperately clutch.....cling....grab.......because my family thinks I am in the right..for the first time in a long time....and because of this, and the surrounding situation...I ache.......because I ache......
Because I long for the old days....and secretly hate them at the same time......because the pain is too much....because no matter how much I drink....smoke......it doesn't....go.....away.....
Because sometimes I really don't know how much more I can take......because sometimes I don't really know how much more I am supposed to take.......because I have taken it all....and puked it back up smiling.......
Because I love all you guys......because sometimes I hate myself.......because sometimes I think I am the coolest thing going......and the next minute want to point and laugh with the rest of them just so I can belong to the crowd of sheep that I so want to see be eaten by people with blood ringed sneers and dull knives.......
Because the cosmos is slipping away from us....with us on board....and we don't know that we are in for the ride of our lives......because we will soon collide with the planet of rusty instrument players......and the crash will be insignificant.
Just because. This is the post. These are the words. Here is a message of pointlessness. And that is life in a nutshell.
Booyah.:thefinger
(truly galactic, motherfuckers!)
Because I am tired of racism....of hate.....of fear......because I still see no end to the fraying strands of everything we hold dear that unfurl from our grasping fingertips as we desperately clutch.....cling....grab.......because my family thinks I am in the right..for the first time in a long time....and because of this, and the surrounding situation...I ache.......because I ache......
Because I long for the old days....and secretly hate them at the same time......because the pain is too much....because no matter how much I drink....smoke......it doesn't....go.....away.....
Because sometimes I really don't know how much more I can take......because sometimes I don't really know how much more I am supposed to take.......because I have taken it all....and puked it back up smiling.......
Because I love all you guys......because sometimes I hate myself.......because sometimes I think I am the coolest thing going......and the next minute want to point and laugh with the rest of them just so I can belong to the crowd of sheep that I so want to see be eaten by people with blood ringed sneers and dull knives.......
Because the cosmos is slipping away from us....with us on board....and we don't know that we are in for the ride of our lives......because we will soon collide with the planet of rusty instrument players......and the crash will be insignificant.
Just because. This is the post. These are the words. Here is a message of pointlessness. And that is life in a nutshell.
Booyah.:thefinger
(truly galactic, motherfuckers!)
