I found your blanket. I’m not gonna tell you where it is though. If I told you, you’d go get it, and then you’d have your warmth, and then you wouldn’t need me.
The only thing I look for is clarity. But I wonder if I ever found it, if I’d stop looking…
I can see clearly now, so I guess I’ll stop.
I’m telling’ ya, I’m bein’ honest with you 90 percent of the time, even now. It just doesn’t look that way, yeah everything seems so convoluted, and “deep” and metaphorical, like I’m trying to make a maze out of a garden of already massive bushes that I’m beating around.
But that’s just cause, right now. Especially right now, everything in my head is spinning, on tumble dry, my head’s like a big wet laundry mess and you don’t even know whose clothes are whose anymore because the colours got mixed with the whites and the darks and my intentions got mixed up with my actions and yours, and
Well, Fuck it dude, they’re just clothes. They don’t make us who we are.
We just go out of our way to judge people sometimes, like a race.
Whoever can judge everyone before anyone else can wins…a fuckin’ VIP seat to watch the rapture or something.
So my thoughts’ll flow to you cuz you’re downstream of them.
But my intentions are high and dry, up on the top of the dam, I left ‘em up there before I jumped, didn’t even think to ask if they wanted a part in it.
That was kinda a dick move.
I’m sorry intentions. I’ve never really done you justice.
Ok, how many times can you count that you’ve just been completely wrong about someone you judged? How many times did you want to believe so badly, that someone was a better person than they turned out to be?
If you turned gay, and I turned gay, would we judge each other?
Would it be like a race?
Whoever sucks the other person’s dick the fastest gets…a face full of cummy dick!
That’s what all these intention judgment pushing disconnected people racing through life to get the first and last laugh really amount to.
A Face Full of Cummy Dick