TheLuminousFish

You Can't Go Home Again
2004-04-08 22:32:48 (UTC)

The Employee Is Not Afraid.

Something just seems wrong. I don't know what. I sorta just
feel empty. Like the blood in my vains is dripping out of
the back of my neck, and I don't even know it.
I feel dead, and she's not far away. She could be here in
seconds if I wanted. But I'm not that selfish. I try not to
be. I'm such an asshole.
I just want to spend every moment my birth has given me
right next to her. But that's not realistic.
What's realistic is I'll fall asleep and drown in a pool
of the blood leaking out of the back of my neck. Becuase I
feel dead and all. I suppose It would just be better if I
could spend the rest of my life in my room. With no sun, my
carboard sheild from reality.
Fuck reality. Yes. Fuck reality. From now on i'm
dreaming forever. I'm going to sail on my dreamboat clouds
and never hit the ground.
Fuck reality.

I'll end up hitting the ground though. my cloud
disapeering as the asphault starts to scrape at my feet. My
dreams aren't real. I have to be realistic. It's who I am.
But what am I?
I am fucking nothing. What does it matter. This
industrial and commercial wasteland will be desert
wasteland in 100 years anyway. Nuclear desert wasteland.
Fuck the world. I'm done with society. I'm going to light
a building on fire. That will do for now.
Then some cash.
I'm going to go listen to some metal-core.




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