Monday, 19 October 2009

• Currently Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? By Of Montreal see related

  The Sailors On My Dresser

          Changes, I don't fear them anymore. It's odd, that we're terrified of things and all it takes is one simple conclusion to recognize the obvious, nothing is sacred, nothing is worth noting, nor is it worth doting about. I was devastated, I was scared, and I wanted something/someone to be there, and all I walked away with, the lesson that disturbs more then it entertains is that I need no one, I only need myself and wit, any form of wit. With can make you smile, wit can make you happy, wit can help you make biting narcissistic music that floods veins similar to a Chinese bullet train.
          I don't hate, I don't love, I don't fear, I don't anticipate, it's worthless. The end is the same in either circumstance, you'll arrive at your destination, with a smile and a bottle of orange matched with a cigarette. And you'll smile, because there's nothing else to do, but there is so much to hide. And when you do, you'll think of me, and you'll laugh no more, because it'll be far too familiar and you'll change, it's inevitable, let's begin.
          My tongue hurts I shouldn't have bitten it, I'm still mourning the loss of good music in the world. Flamboyance is terribly misplaced, it matches with the sailors on my dresser. I sleep too much for a boy my age, I don't drink enough of anything, I get by on my smiles, i could get by on charm but you don't interest me enough. I am the gecko , perhaps Justinius Maximus can make a final appearance.
  

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