loud thoughts, Insomnia & Changophilia: I know the man; he came to me in four seasons and in the winter he became so cold, that he had to hang himself to dry.

I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

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7.06.2009

I know the man; he came to me in four seasons and in the winter he became so cold, that he had to hang himself to dry.

When we don't speak the same language it’s because my vocabulary consists of hieroglyphics.
And that’s not even considering the physics. Let us continue past the bullshit involved in transmission signals, which are constantly interrupted by poor satellite configurations as well as dysfunctional uncontrollable weather. Despite the conspiracy theories it’s all very weary, and almost unnoticeable.
But that’s just a nice way of saying that ‘it’s all bullshit.’

loud thoughts, Insomnia & Changophilia

7.06.2009

I know the man; he came to me in four seasons and in the winter he became so cold, that he had to hang himself to dry.

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