Empire Burlesque
I want to write write write. Write everything out stop thinking. Just write then when its all done forget mourn and forget. I think today is a dylan day. Love Dylan. The man is a masterful poet. Though he cant really sing.
Life is a travesty of itself.
Its sooo funny, and full of shit. Haha.
You know what ruined life, ART ruined life. What is art, art is fuck. Everything has gone to fuck, hence art. There is no more life, just something that imitates art. Chicken and egg chicken and egg. Who what where why how the fuck should i know. Actually i dont even care. Emotional baggage, i feel like rincewind and his magic suit case that has 1000 legs and follows him everywhere. Give the man some peace. Bloody sembiant wood.
Yes Art ruined life, hence there are 2 lives to every person. The one we want to, should, could live, and the one we do. Want to be more want to be better. Life is a fucking charade, we just guess what other people are, when they think we're right they give us a fucking pat on the back.
When we guess wrong its first runner up. Whatever. Problem with this system is that the person who we're trying to guess doesn't even know what he is. Fucking identity crisis. Bullshit. You know that circle of life Elton John shit, its just a carousel. Its not some great Lion King gigantic humongous circle like BIG like SUN, its just a kiddy ride.
Today is a good day to rant and rave and pave the sidewalk with my teeth. TEETH ON THE FUCKING CURB! Ouch! I want to be. Oh and I love the sound of you walking away for this emotionally unstable raving lunatic. Today is definately not a run on the mill normal day. I ahve a very small capicity for supreassing how i feel.
Build me up and tear me down goddammit now i know what chucky was about. A fucking ragdoll that got chucked too much and came back with a vengence. Of course his final vengence was the last sequal. Bride of chucky. VIOLENCE IS NOT BAD ITS VIOLINS. That is a scriptwriter that had too much. He fucking slaughtered a horror classic (oxymoron). Ok maybe not oxymoron if you consider Hitchcock's stuff. Back to dylan.
Actually i've got nothing more to say. oh wait i do. Like Dylan in the movies. Belle and sebastian. Dont look back. I need to learn how to do that cool country western walk away dont look back, take my leather jacket and swing it over my shoulder light a cigerette, and walk. Fuck a duck i know why i dont fit in. but i'm not telling you until its fixed.
REPRESSED ANGER MY ASS. Saint fucking anger can suck my balls, and i still think this is crap. Why do you build me up baby only to tear me down. chop my legs so i cant run, and now i cant stand. There is something wrong with the 2006 errection.
Life is a travesty of itself.
Its sooo funny, and full of shit. Haha.
You know what ruined life, ART ruined life. What is art, art is fuck. Everything has gone to fuck, hence art. There is no more life, just something that imitates art. Chicken and egg chicken and egg. Who what where why how the fuck should i know. Actually i dont even care. Emotional baggage, i feel like rincewind and his magic suit case that has 1000 legs and follows him everywhere. Give the man some peace. Bloody sembiant wood.
Yes Art ruined life, hence there are 2 lives to every person. The one we want to, should, could live, and the one we do. Want to be more want to be better. Life is a fucking charade, we just guess what other people are, when they think we're right they give us a fucking pat on the back.
When we guess wrong its first runner up. Whatever. Problem with this system is that the person who we're trying to guess doesn't even know what he is. Fucking identity crisis. Bullshit. You know that circle of life Elton John shit, its just a carousel. Its not some great Lion King gigantic humongous circle like BIG like SUN, its just a kiddy ride.
Today is a good day to rant and rave and pave the sidewalk with my teeth. TEETH ON THE FUCKING CURB! Ouch! I want to be. Oh and I love the sound of you walking away for this emotionally unstable raving lunatic. Today is definately not a run on the mill normal day. I ahve a very small capicity for supreassing how i feel.
Build me up and tear me down goddammit now i know what chucky was about. A fucking ragdoll that got chucked too much and came back with a vengence. Of course his final vengence was the last sequal. Bride of chucky. VIOLENCE IS NOT BAD ITS VIOLINS. That is a scriptwriter that had too much. He fucking slaughtered a horror classic (oxymoron). Ok maybe not oxymoron if you consider Hitchcock's stuff. Back to dylan.
Actually i've got nothing more to say. oh wait i do. Like Dylan in the movies. Belle and sebastian. Dont look back. I need to learn how to do that cool country western walk away dont look back, take my leather jacket and swing it over my shoulder light a cigerette, and walk. Fuck a duck i know why i dont fit in. but i'm not telling you until its fixed.
REPRESSED ANGER MY ASS. Saint fucking anger can suck my balls, and i still think this is crap. Why do you build me up baby only to tear me down. chop my legs so i cant run, and now i cant stand. There is something wrong with the 2006 errection.
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