sounds, sweet sounds, of times long lost - a front dive into yesterday - roll it up - write it down - this way - that way - subjective disputes between yourself and yourself - egocentric ethos spitting balls of fire around the bars that light up at night - smiles and gold teeth, an electric holiday in escapism - houdini on trial for irrelevancy - the freak show is scheduled to air - past the sane hours of the night - only lack of sleep, food, or excessive caffeine will conduce such investigations online - the combination, a deadly sin - a moment of grief for yourself, and many moments of retribution for all the dirty history your cache has cleared - a circus of ideas and identities lost and tied together, tripping over itself as andre the giant takes a step forward past what he stood for and into a bipolar orbit around intention and deliberation.
horse shit. ride it until you die. love and its sentimental satisfactions. fabricated moments of despair and heart wrench as over analyzation circles you, a vulture slowly picking away at your ego - it took six months to realize his imperfections as rare stones found only in the darkest parts of my mind...but i stayed up late dancing with indecision and rationality, forgot to set my alarm for alignment, and missed my first test in reciprocation. someone once told me it's never too late, and i said - thats horse shit. but you might be on to something.