do you want me to write this on paper and pass it in? sold
feeling disconnected all the time now. if feels as though every time i have a personal revolution then there is always something holding me back or gives me grief. grief from those you love. grief from society. personal sacrifice. whatever is going on. the time. counting the days i can leave it all. life is not living. but mearly the bottom of what can fully be achieved. living is portrayed. portrayed in the housewives. in the business men. the bohemian bourguouise. in the boy down the street. its what is seen. the only thing that is known is the thing that is lived...to get away would be the blissful. to an path that has only been chosen by the few connected individuals..........everything that you know is from someone that knew from someone else, when did it all start? where? is that the beginning? is everything that you know now false? is it a lie? something to pass the time. time for what? do you even know? how can you waste something that you dont even know exists? its right in front of you, but you dont even analyse it. take a deeper look. well fuck you. i dont have to listen to you and your shit talk about whats right and wrong. your morals. how things go. copy copy copy. and paste it into me... dont tell me you own me either. you can hardly keep track of the movies you own let alone me. just go back and keep looking. you wont find it anywhere. ever.
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