time: 8:41am
music: everybody hurts - REM
mood: lucid
for we are but, mavericks questioning our abilities to love! here's a story of just another starbux hang with thems peoples! an inscription of all intensities in freaking brilliance; kudos to iszapisza, deedoubleyou!, mattyboy, rejabness, joany, sha and moi! of course, an initiative inspired by yours truly moi because (dee:quote,trust) only i would get excited about spewing random, for i am just a mediacore linguist in the midst of literature. but what if: what if we believe ourselves to be the objectivising scientist when we are, in actual fact, being examined under the microscope? the rules were simple; one-liners, do not think, just write. you'd never guess who wrote what ...
in any case this shit is bananas y'alls!
swirling rubicund on empty canvas
troll thoughts encased in silence
emptiness in confounded buzz
reminiscent of your effervescence
knife dragged along my spine; i am paralysed
scissors through my neck, shock me more! numb me!
stripped of skin, bare, exposed, vulnerable
your bitter silence exposes me
the only thing necessary for evil to flourish
is for good men to do nothing
to articulate, speculate, no compassion to vindicate
stay, gravity, repetition, free-fall, falling. forever
these experiences devoid of feeling
like an artist's painting only to let colours bleed
all over me
what he sees is not reality
whirlwind in a cage, caged in a whirlwind
of confusing swirls of ash and smoked memories
i have my heart on a swivel for you my dear
my mind on a lynch
trapped in an oasis of bleeding watercolours
i am. freed. freed into an abyss of pitch
black silence. freed
yet
caged still in a liberating blip
freed yet caged. caged yet freed
asphyxiate on laughing gas to see pink hues of happy smiles
rippled into feelings of unfelt love. love
another onslaught distraught of happy thoughts?
and the vortex is sad, the heart tries to be gleeful
fate will find happiness
someday. any day?
when will you?
perverse: and i'm spun and spinning forever
walking in cicles, of colourful melancholy
paint a taint on our lips and we're bent on bruising ourselves
black and blue. oh! dear happy!
you feed me on precious puss
and i indulge in mindless cuss
whispers of sweet nothings
like saccharines of baby pink cotton clouds
why do you have to be so cute?
so impossible for me to ignore you
you used to make me laugh so much
and we used to get along so well
phrase being: used to!
but i love you anyways. i lust you. i like you!
and i will fight for you.
be sure i'll fight for you.
we will only need each other. we will bleed together
our hands taught to hold no other
step outside my mind's eyes
a doctor's prescription of an introspection
but i'd kill, bludgeon, and murder for you
but wait, isnt that what you should do?
probably
i should kill, bludgeon and murder
you, for you, for me
myself
only then can i have you
whole in pieces, pieces in whole
ooh! but it's gots to bes perfects yo!
i know life can get better. any bits, bigger bits
it will be there. we will
be there
you try to make the best of what life gives you,
like LIFE is all-knowing, the same as GOD,
but the rank still sticks
like a stench of hospitable hell ways
how do you look for perfection
through your eyes of imperfections?
but now
we've let bitterness rust the hinges of our imaginations
so, screw this, screw cognitions, and screw you
troll thoughts encased in silence
emptiness in confounded buzz
reminiscent of your effervescence
knife dragged along my spine; i am paralysed
scissors through my neck, shock me more! numb me!
stripped of skin, bare, exposed, vulnerable
your bitter silence exposes me
the only thing necessary for evil to flourish
is for good men to do nothing
to articulate, speculate, no compassion to vindicate
stay, gravity, repetition, free-fall, falling. forever
these experiences devoid of feeling
like an artist's painting only to let colours bleed
all over me
what he sees is not reality
whirlwind in a cage, caged in a whirlwind
of confusing swirls of ash and smoked memories
i have my heart on a swivel for you my dear
my mind on a lynch
trapped in an oasis of bleeding watercolours
i am. freed. freed into an abyss of pitch
black silence. freed
yet
caged still in a liberating blip
freed yet caged. caged yet freed
asphyxiate on laughing gas to see pink hues of happy smiles
rippled into feelings of unfelt love. love
another onslaught distraught of happy thoughts?
and the vortex is sad, the heart tries to be gleeful
fate will find happiness
someday. any day?
when will you?
perverse: and i'm spun and spinning forever
walking in cicles, of colourful melancholy
paint a taint on our lips and we're bent on bruising ourselves
black and blue. oh! dear happy!
you feed me on precious puss
and i indulge in mindless cuss
whispers of sweet nothings
like saccharines of baby pink cotton clouds
why do you have to be so cute?
so impossible for me to ignore you
you used to make me laugh so much
and we used to get along so well
phrase being: used to!
but i love you anyways. i lust you. i like you!
and i will fight for you.
be sure i'll fight for you.
we will only need each other. we will bleed together
our hands taught to hold no other
step outside my mind's eyes
a doctor's prescription of an introspection
but i'd kill, bludgeon, and murder for you
but wait, isnt that what you should do?
probably
i should kill, bludgeon and murder
you, for you, for me
myself
only then can i have you
whole in pieces, pieces in whole
ooh! but it's gots to bes perfects yo!
i know life can get better. any bits, bigger bits
it will be there. we will
be there
you try to make the best of what life gives you,
like LIFE is all-knowing, the same as GOD,
but the rank still sticks
like a stench of hospitable hell ways
how do you look for perfection
through your eyes of imperfections?
but now
we've let bitterness rust the hinges of our imaginations
so, screw this, screw cognitions, and screw you
