from a cave

hey loser, God says to look both ways before crossing the street, the walls talk back, they say i'm not insane, but i need a cure, everything is blue when i cant remember anything from five minutes ago, what's the point of reality? this man hasnt even begun to use his brain yet, and i am just part of that evolutionary variation, there to exploit some niche as soon as i have my chance, i would send you poison red gummy bears but it's too soon, leave this man alone, he talks too much, i'll be on my way, without a drop, i am the poison, not the problem, there's nothing wrong with things that i can see through, at least i know what i'm dealing with, from every speck there comes something great, and every inch is a mile, when will all of these stairs end, too many, not enough, every road is right, but i'm too tired to try, except when i'm not, look at him everyone, he's trying to fly, without strings, without chains, without walls, let him paint the sky, let him listen, let him be anything he wants, it makes sense to me, as long as i dont have to open doors twice, or beat plastic monkeys on the foreheads with small hammers, if i can die eating toast for breakfast, maybe i should reconsider this whole breathing thing, he just smiles and says okay, anything you want. Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 07:19 AM PST, midnite_raver   0 • 10