Zoomerang96
ONE love, blood, life
piece
weese
cheese
please
word
chord
bored
board
it compliments your eyes
there's the love at the end of the night
i jump on a highspeed train
i never look back again
this belongs in a JOURNAL, flabgeechies!!!! FLAGGEECHIES!!!!
you do the math inside your head, i'll hold the calculator. it's what i'm here for, to help you understand what's needed for you to get a passing grade.
hey, here's a thought that just might work. let's go for a ride, yeah my old man.
so all my threads end up the same, i see. nothing but perceived self-indulgent wank that can't be properly decoded by anyone else if even truly i can myself.
well, isn't that nice. either some are too stupid to figure it out, or i'm so full of shit that'd it be impossible for anyone else to do so.
there's a little story that goes something like this.
a man of great wealth enjoyed many years with a crown around his head. people in the village under his castle loved their king, and the king in turn loved his people.
but after making too many bold proclomations, people grew tired of his pathetic boasting and began to occupy themselves with other ideals and fantasies they had only recently been so kind as to bestow on their king.
now the king sits in his thrown with a dimly lit cigar, a half empty bottle of wine, and the thought of yesterday.
oh how he'd wished he'd said the right things to keep the interest of his company. but he didn't, and now it was too late. he'd become the unimaginable - he'd become unimportant.
like a russian ark, tonite had the potential to end here or there. her place or mine.
and while it may have ended there, a whole lot else came to a close. like the dawn, the red dawn the czar woke up to in 1917. surprised? of course not, no, the king saw it in his villagers eyes for decades past.
even his father was assasinated by ruthless thugs who wanted change.
and while i hate it, and i want to hold on, those around me, and most importantly the one inside my head is already gone.
how romantic!
and so another day comes to a close, and i'm left here screaming at the walls, and in my weaker moments - climbing them with the thought of deathbears circulating inside my mind.
but for now, it's time to bid adieu. a long journey has come to a close, and i'd like to thank you for being there with me for most of it.
weese
cheese
please
word
chord
bored
board
it compliments your eyes
there's the love at the end of the night
i jump on a highspeed train
i never look back again
this belongs in a JOURNAL, flabgeechies!!!! FLAGGEECHIES!!!!
you do the math inside your head, i'll hold the calculator. it's what i'm here for, to help you understand what's needed for you to get a passing grade.
hey, here's a thought that just might work. let's go for a ride, yeah my old man.
so all my threads end up the same, i see. nothing but perceived self-indulgent wank that can't be properly decoded by anyone else if even truly i can myself.
well, isn't that nice. either some are too stupid to figure it out, or i'm so full of shit that'd it be impossible for anyone else to do so.
there's a little story that goes something like this.
a man of great wealth enjoyed many years with a crown around his head. people in the village under his castle loved their king, and the king in turn loved his people.
but after making too many bold proclomations, people grew tired of his pathetic boasting and began to occupy themselves with other ideals and fantasies they had only recently been so kind as to bestow on their king.
now the king sits in his thrown with a dimly lit cigar, a half empty bottle of wine, and the thought of yesterday.
oh how he'd wished he'd said the right things to keep the interest of his company. but he didn't, and now it was too late. he'd become the unimaginable - he'd become unimportant.
like a russian ark, tonite had the potential to end here or there. her place or mine.
and while it may have ended there, a whole lot else came to a close. like the dawn, the red dawn the czar woke up to in 1917. surprised? of course not, no, the king saw it in his villagers eyes for decades past.
even his father was assasinated by ruthless thugs who wanted change.
and while i hate it, and i want to hold on, those around me, and most importantly the one inside my head is already gone.
how romantic!
and so another day comes to a close, and i'm left here screaming at the walls, and in my weaker moments - climbing them with the thought of deathbears circulating inside my mind.
but for now, it's time to bid adieu. a long journey has come to a close, and i'd like to thank you for being there with me for most of it.
i owe you one.
