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driving by the road of old death with a new love
where's new life?
i think it's always old life, old love,
same roads, similiar faces, places,
graces lost times traced cigaretts out, falling out,
string breaks on a necklace of [real] pearls
shattering the ground, my eyes burn.
WHITE DA[ze]YS LIKE THIS
reflections--
i don't know but i think that life as we get older is merely spent reflecting
on times lost, times spent,
has everything i've felt been felt by another?
of course.
the bleak reality is that emotions are
nothing more than triggered memories in the brain,
raging chemicals through our blood,
rushing out to form those red stains
but is that reality so sad?
it means that we really are all one;
politics, memories, blood spilled aside:
everyone will live.
everyone will cry.
everyone will die.
Well again
faces are picked, chosen from a brown paper bag,
placed at random atop bodies and bodies and on.
do you ever kind of feel like your soul has been stolen?
by a friend or a family member or even a stranger.
when you can't understand what you're feeling you cannot describe what you're feeling--simple.
if he hits you, you run.
it's like a universal rule or something.
who cares if he loved you every minute up until that point.
or you loved him.
but the point is that a girl just should never let herself be hit.
and all the boys come to promise much better,
but they don't understand its her that makes them hit her.
it's her that makes them yell and scream and cry and fight.
an innocent hand leading them into darkness, she too sees nothing until it is presented....
at a big round company table for the big cash.
at which point the deal is dropped and no one gets that "big cash"....which was actually just a shot at big cash
kind of like those radio shows where they have people do all these crazy stunts to win tickets to some concert...or to win a boat or something.....then after they do it the dj says...
"you've won a chance to win a boat"
bastards. everything is in fine print except the part where you sign your name.
and we all know that we humans have the attention span of -29598736
therefore no one should sign contracts...
where was i going with this?
