Kid A

Poetry, Thoughts and Abstract Lies
2004-03-05 22:39:45 (UTC)

whiny sappy people holding guns

i quench my thirst with yet more air, as oxygen grips my
throat. as i stuuggle to breathe, i scream and find my
lungs filled with positive thoughts, slowly choking me
where do i go?
where do i go for this anitdote?
i will tell you where - anywhere in Delaware.
but for all of time i feel like i am about to end, about to
come to a loss to this winning streak i experience daily.
i win every time i cross a road, every time i walk down the
street, every time i breathe. i am glad to be alive, and at
the same time utterly repulsed by people who don't try and
changemoveevolve.
i strive for definition, for a foothold for me to base my
life on.
i need some rope for this hurricane.
Kid A




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