I'm drawing a blank, here.
Let's spill it all out.
We love everything altogether as it is. Even the things we hate.
We love to hate them. I do. You certainly do.
No relevancy here, please don't even try to understand
This hastily scribbled bunch of swirls
I am just trying to meet my psychological demands
And dance across continental rifts
Deep-sea madness floods
Your brain on the walls
All your memories on my favorite sweater
It's so beautiful to watch your life flash
After your eyes are turned round
And they get all bloodshot
Like my buckshot.
This doesn't make any sense anymore.
What am I doing?
Seriously, guys, what the ****
It's so hard to watch the good ones turn sour.
Beautiful and poetic.
"I hate the way things are."
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 6:37 PM UTC
I'm drawing a blank, here.
Let's spill it all out.
We love everything altogether as it is. Even the things we hate.
We love to hate them. I do. You certainly do.
No relevancy here, please don't even try to understand
This hastily scribbled bunch of swirls
I am just trying to meet my psychological demands
And dance across continental rifts
Deep-sea madness floods
Your brain on the walls
All your memories on my favorite sweater
It's so beautiful to watch your life flash
After your eyes are turned round
And they get all bloodshot
Like my buckshot.
This doesn't make any sense anymore.
What am I doing?
Seriously, guys, what the ****
It's so hard to watch the good ones turn sour.
Beautiful and poetic.
"I hate the way things are."
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