Pass me the gasoline Ma, I don't think I'll be crossing this bridge again.
Posted on Thu Aug 09 08:58:00 UTC 2007
Maybe I'm a little bit crazy. I guess I just feel things, I inhale intense vapours, I am a steam engine that runs on the rich black coal of pure emotion. I can't just sit round on my hands and do nothing, I gotta do something, anything, even grossly ill-advised acts are better than a passive grey tick tick tick of time passing, muffled gong of a clock in fog.
They say a well timed silence is more eloquent than speech. Not a theory I subscribe to, personally.
I make a public spectacle of myself because it helps to keep me honest. Many people say many things in private, different things, different times, different things depending on who's around and when it's convenient, but how many are actually gonna stand up on a soapbox and say: THIS IS WHO I AM, THIS IS HOW I FEEL YOU DEGENERATE FUCKS -- and I am ashamed of absolutely none of it. Don't trust individuals who aren't willing to do the same. They want it both ways, plausible deniablity, can't take responsibility or even claim possession of their own thoughts. It's weak. You know they got nothing in their hand, they ain't even got the balls to bluff.
My world is full of bright colours. When I get into someone, they start to fill my head. The lines get more defined.
I've being weighing the pros and cons of this Will, and I think you'd make a better enemy than you ever did a friend. You see: some of my friends, they pull some shit, but in the long run they're worth it. Sometimes you have a car crash and the car's just so busted up and damaged it ain't worth repairing, it's better economics just writing the whole thing off. You simply ain't got that many redeeming features Will. You ain't worth the cost.
I'm writing you off.
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My life would be a lot simpler if I didn't care, like, they were all just fucks, or potential fucks, and not actual people.
They say a well timed silence is more eloquent than speech. Not a theory I subscribe to, personally.
I make a public spectacle of myself because it helps to keep me honest. Many people say many things in private, different things, different times, different things depending on who's around and when it's convenient, but how many are actually gonna stand up on a soapbox and say: THIS IS WHO I AM, THIS IS HOW I FEEL YOU DEGENERATE FUCKS -- and I am ashamed of absolutely none of it. Don't trust individuals who aren't willing to do the same. They want it both ways, plausible deniablity, can't take responsibility or even claim possession of their own thoughts. It's weak. You know they got nothing in their hand, they ain't even got the balls to bluff.
My world is full of bright colours. When I get into someone, they start to fill my head. The lines get more defined.
I've being weighing the pros and cons of this Will, and I think you'd make a better enemy than you ever did a friend. You see: some of my friends, they pull some shit, but in the long run they're worth it. Sometimes you have a car crash and the car's just so busted up and damaged it ain't worth repairing, it's better economics just writing the whole thing off. You simply ain't got that many redeeming features Will. You ain't worth the cost.
I'm writing you off.
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My life would be a lot simpler if I didn't care, like, they were all just fucks, or potential fucks, and not actual people.