Sunday, November 6, 2011
scrumptious.
i deleted you from my friend list
now it gets heavy
there is a solid plate pushing down on my head
this seems to be the only rule
the loser is always the one who assumes responsibility
i know things are going to end very ugly
you do the math
can you do that?
can you keep up with this?
i won't slow down for you anymore
the things that i am running away from
are not the things you run away from
we are running for different reasons
we are not on the same trail
a rock in a shoe
not my shoe
you too
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Delete & Retreat.
Well I'm not surprised.
That seems to be something I've become good at.
Didn't see myself becoming the guy that other people must push away.
That takes too much effort and I always thought I wasn't worth any anyway.
I found a new talent and I'm not surprised it's something I hate.
Whatever I am, it's never what anyone is looking for.
Too bad for you I'm starting to enjoy it. Raise the gates, it's time for the races.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Activate, Action, Release
Burn all your books, write your own.
Live the hard life.
Be into it, be one.
Cheer Up, Chunky Monkey
Take it easy, man, there’s a beverage here.
You live the way you live
so you don’t have to put up with this shit.
Always remember that they are not in you.
You get to exist on a different level.
What is there to be terminal about anyway?
Shits going real good by my sight.
Patience, patience. The jaguar will crouch in a tree for days waiting for the right time to kill.
Hold in until it’s time for release. Prove you are stronger than the rest.
It is your fault you got soft, and you know this.
It’s not too late. Patience will correct it all.
The time to start has passed. You are late.
Best get moving now, fast, faster. Don’t hold your breath. It’s time to crush. Stop toying with them and end it all.
In the end, everyone will be happier with what they get from you. They don’t want to do the job anyway.
Give them what they want. They are waiting for it.
It’s cruel for you to hold out on them much longer.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
The Perfect Expert of Knowing Everything
He can't be told he is wrong
No mind for the truth
I let it burn me
There is nothing I can say
The armor is strong
What I know is this
His act is fake, weak bullshit
I wish someone else could see