Another Angrey Reason Offering Nothing

Mood: nothing
Listening to: epic by faith no more

You let a bottle ruin your life,
but it's not what you think this time
many more ways than one
if that's the lonliest number
i've reached negative to none.
who wants to stay
there's option go
a chorus line goodbye to logical
all in one night
you've let it die
the steam in the park
the black question why
the length of your hair
the new and the old
you had a great time
so i've been told
i heard from someone you're still a liar
wicked game on the radio
they went on to say you're still together
i assume you'll marry soon
you both deserve each other
then everybody in agreeance cheered
a car crash on the highway
changed out minds
from simple mistakes to the now we're here
you hear it all the time
this thunder
this thunder
please forget me this is fear
i've forgotten myself here
here here!
judgement hour creeping up your shoulder
hiding in the book
scenes and places
shots of shower love and high speed chaces
first years at harvard
so you told them
at least you're still a liar
you've stayed true to yourself
who else could you be?
what else to impersonate
than the beast that keeps you free
so clean
clean shaven when you smile back at me
anything , anything for you to breathe.

Mood: forgotten
Listening to: my reasoning

am i cool with just tonight? Oh the road to understanding. Giving up logic again for the warming touch of his palm. that same palm that has warmed the cheek of so many other blushing mock virgins pushing their bosoms to his face for him to lay his head and weep and feel and be the art that he lives for and to be inspired. his inspiration is merely a cover for what is every other mans dirty desires and most erotic secrets. I almost begin to feel a twinge of empathy for the one cat he allows to crawl into his bed every night and bask in his self  proclaimed glory while he strokes her back with one hand and his ego with the other.   How worthless that poor felines life to forever be a domestic pet confused and in denial of that trashy tarnished alley cat outside his window that he pretends to throw a boot at when the boot is merely  a  coy to direct the attention from the milk and meat he dangles throws to the hungry mouthes below his window ......to see the night for what it really is, i must admit that those glowing mysterious bodies are only balls of hot air and fire....a trick performed by many circus peoples, blowing flame from their lips...a little fuel, a match. Performers should be so careful though, there is such thing as backdraft...it is no trick.