Ambient droning psychobabble
Days seem to seque into one another, i can no longer mantain nor recognize their divisions. The static which engulfs my mind seems to have no boundaries,fake eexaggerated emotions press themselves upon my consciousnees. I have no patience for them they just seem to defile and cheapen all. Why do we always have to screw up things.
Why do i feel like as if theres a migraine at the back of my head trying to come out.
Stop trying to make me to do that. Oh but yet the droning the continues, my nerves feel nothing yet my brain feels overwhelming. But one thing is for sure.
Your fake plastic beauty really turns me on so much. U know why, hell i fucking dont know. I am not gonna call today because i cant be freaking bothered. So strong at first but eventually attenuated so much but yet but yet so precious. Lifes a great big life theres one only an exta f in it. So what, on green dolphins doorstep i shall slumber.Giant steps abound near the exile on the houses of the holy.
U see this is what u get when u mess with us, death shall sing u a lullaby while the windowpanes are shattered by the master's apprentices. Shall i try to compose an exit music for a film or try to compose one for myself. What the hell do i even how to freaking compose. Must u know how to compose, must u know how to die to die. I feel like an amnesiac on anaesthesia.If accidents summon the grim reaper more than bombs of terror, why do we pay infinitely more attention to the bombs. Is it beacuse we feel in control on the road. Do we really have any control over whose in the other vehicle, shouldnt we be terrified everytime we get in the car, yet we are terrified over things that will almost probably never happen. They hid in the cellars so we wouldnt find them. Am i a part of them or we. I should be a part of we but i want to be a part of them. I was told that the cycle would be broken but instead a new day is created for each one that has died. Hey u, out there in the cold can u help me. Freak out and give in doesnt matter what u believe in. Supposed to be the greatest day of my life but pink ribbon scars criss cross my wrists. Do i really need u honey as long as i have money. Let me out and tell me all your secrets. Should have listened when i was told. But i didnt and i shall pay the price, you can do all whatever you like as long as you are willing to pay the price.
Do we worhip power. Do we respect power or the wise use of it. Dont we condemn the use of power for trivial reasons and the use of it to pander to ones ego. But yet we worship it. Do we look upto to those who tell that we are too insignificant to understand their actions, but yet billions do. If nothing is impossible, impossibilities themselves cease to exist. When impossoblities cease to exist, they become impossible. So the impossible itself has become impossible. Something is now impossible. The angel of death took all the firstborn and they always told me infanticide was a crime. In darkness the pychobabblers lurk, waiting for me, please come with me. Your fragrance pulsates through my mind, my soul wishes to drown in the bottomless pools of your eyes. Reality fades away, your face no longer shines in the dark, a veil of mist now obscures it. Beneath our feet lies the polaris, the ruler by land, sea and air. Launch the polaris the end doesnt scare us.
My saviour shall damn you eternal hellfire. Arent all fairy tales ridiculous, yet believing in them is faith. Oh life you flicker then you leave me all cold, i thought that i heard you snickering, you are just a dream, just a dream. Why in the world would anyone do something when he knows what will happen. Why go through the process when u know exactly what will happen. Maybe cos its fun for u to watch me suffer here and watch me suffer there. Its the end of the world as we know it but i feel fine, feel fine. Last night she said baby i need you no more, I am walking out that door. The ocean resemles a thousand diamonds strewn across azure dreams. I am counting ufos, i signal them with them with my lighter and in that moment i am happy, i am happy. Hey now, come on its not all that bad.
if James Joyce wrote this it would probably have been proclaimed a masterpiece of modernist literature, oh well we all have our own little pretensions dont we darling.
Why do i feel like as if theres a migraine at the back of my head trying to come out.
Stop trying to make me to do that. Oh but yet the droning the continues, my nerves feel nothing yet my brain feels overwhelming. But one thing is for sure.
Your fake plastic beauty really turns me on so much. U know why, hell i fucking dont know. I am not gonna call today because i cant be freaking bothered. So strong at first but eventually attenuated so much but yet but yet so precious. Lifes a great big life theres one only an exta f in it. So what, on green dolphins doorstep i shall slumber.Giant steps abound near the exile on the houses of the holy.
U see this is what u get when u mess with us, death shall sing u a lullaby while the windowpanes are shattered by the master's apprentices. Shall i try to compose an exit music for a film or try to compose one for myself. What the hell do i even how to freaking compose. Must u know how to compose, must u know how to die to die. I feel like an amnesiac on anaesthesia.If accidents summon the grim reaper more than bombs of terror, why do we pay infinitely more attention to the bombs. Is it beacuse we feel in control on the road. Do we really have any control over whose in the other vehicle, shouldnt we be terrified everytime we get in the car, yet we are terrified over things that will almost probably never happen. They hid in the cellars so we wouldnt find them. Am i a part of them or we. I should be a part of we but i want to be a part of them. I was told that the cycle would be broken but instead a new day is created for each one that has died. Hey u, out there in the cold can u help me. Freak out and give in doesnt matter what u believe in. Supposed to be the greatest day of my life but pink ribbon scars criss cross my wrists. Do i really need u honey as long as i have money. Let me out and tell me all your secrets. Should have listened when i was told. But i didnt and i shall pay the price, you can do all whatever you like as long as you are willing to pay the price.
Do we worhip power. Do we respect power or the wise use of it. Dont we condemn the use of power for trivial reasons and the use of it to pander to ones ego. But yet we worship it. Do we look upto to those who tell that we are too insignificant to understand their actions, but yet billions do. If nothing is impossible, impossibilities themselves cease to exist. When impossoblities cease to exist, they become impossible. So the impossible itself has become impossible. Something is now impossible. The angel of death took all the firstborn and they always told me infanticide was a crime. In darkness the pychobabblers lurk, waiting for me, please come with me. Your fragrance pulsates through my mind, my soul wishes to drown in the bottomless pools of your eyes. Reality fades away, your face no longer shines in the dark, a veil of mist now obscures it. Beneath our feet lies the polaris, the ruler by land, sea and air. Launch the polaris the end doesnt scare us.
My saviour shall damn you eternal hellfire. Arent all fairy tales ridiculous, yet believing in them is faith. Oh life you flicker then you leave me all cold, i thought that i heard you snickering, you are just a dream, just a dream. Why in the world would anyone do something when he knows what will happen. Why go through the process when u know exactly what will happen. Maybe cos its fun for u to watch me suffer here and watch me suffer there. Its the end of the world as we know it but i feel fine, feel fine. Last night she said baby i need you no more, I am walking out that door. The ocean resemles a thousand diamonds strewn across azure dreams. I am counting ufos, i signal them with them with my lighter and in that moment i am happy, i am happy. Hey now, come on its not all that bad.
if James Joyce wrote this it would probably have been proclaimed a masterpiece of modernist literature, oh well we all have our own little pretensions dont we darling.
posted by Husain Zaman at 10:07 AM
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