Traffics fading and there is no one to blame but execution.
Life is not all peaches and cream but there is a constant flow
that moment that is disturbed, the moment time stops
That moment it ends the obvious.
Memory is slowly erasing. Beginning to write down more notes,
but even those are easily lost and discarded.
One day I will have to remind myself to wake up, and I'll forget.
There is this constant stream of conscious thoughts that erupt like orgasms from a pig.
I have to take a second and ask myself, 'are the highs worth the lows.'
Can I give it up?
Will I be less interesting?
Weighing out the pros and cons, I need to make a list of all the wrongs.
Is it time to turn to a god?
To accept some sort of religion?
Only when we are in pain, only when we are in vain, only when we are caged.
Like prison inmates, begging for forgiveness promising to be better people,
only to end up back inside again.
I have accepted that I am a criminal, but to which degree.
The NAVY did not accept me, the marines/army probably would.
If I stop using my brain, it will become primal.
Ice Tea and Lemonade, Strawberry Shortcake Serenade,
A pint of Blood for a pint of ice cream.
Do I leave?
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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