Tuesday, April 29, 2008

It would be rather easy to join you in your vast array of opinions and of certain doubt...but I'll be passing.

Yeah it hurts...it burns...it is hard to keep perspective when things feel like they are collapsing under your feet...that you are unable to remain upright longer then a second...but here we are either way.

Choice is both the problem and the solution. We choose, we live, we die, we pain, we suffer, we desire, we...continue on recklessly oblivious of it all.

Here it comes and here it goes. No matter how you want to look at it, it is coming.
Infection
Breaking in
Screaming out
Every little word is tried
Every little thing that said

Drawn me in or cast me out
Your beauty is all I got left
It moves me after I stop
The downbeat with out a doubt
Pulls me back to life

More Lyrics That Aren't Mine

I'm nauseous, or maybe just inspired
So truthful, I begin to tire,
No less then everything.
No haiku, no paper packaged thing,
Patronized you harmonize, a thorax rattles so,
Like idealistic jargon every self-respecting hopeful ought to know.

I know the road to everything,
I know it goes right off a cliff,
Nothing, Nothing is forever

Sympathy I do indeed intake in bulk amounts,
For reasoning obscure it seems to numerous to count,
And so it goes the leser chose to crawl through narrow gates,
Bulimic thin the winding road now emptires into lakes,
A pulse is found, and so we drown, and sing for this duration,
From rows and rows of teeth we're spared, these artery serrations.

I know the road to everything,
I know it goes right off a cliff,
Nothing, Nothing is forever

Emptiness I must impress upon you in its granger,
My stagnant heart, it comes apart, as selfishness demands her,
To sound a note from scores I wrote,
And offer them unto thee,
For melodies now synthesized, Your love it lives within me.

Nothing is forever.

-Showbread, "A Llama Eats A Giraffe (And Vice Versa)"