(0289) offramp pt. 2
hypocrite fanatical constructing a playground on a sheet of ice surrounded by sleeping pills and moving into the future. outnumbered by delusions at a frightening ratio, and it's a long way back to the innocent daydream. communication was replaced by something ugly. telepathic imagination. binary codes were integrated into our language, but they were all left behind. you were a digital camera missing a viewfinder. i was a random synapse that somehow got away from where it was supposed to go. my body violently twitches. i get up to walk around, look out the window, lay back down and pass out. you drive the car into the water, and we drown.
"no going back now," she says. the camera snaps a picture, but the moment isn't even captured... not even close. what, are we two years old? do we really think this matters? duh. god tells the greatest jokes. wouldn't you with that much time? remnants of a deteriorating facade. i walk back through the timeline in my mind, but i easily get lost along the way. people jump to their deaths, and all i can do is exist. impulse is misguided.
my love is potential energy that can't be converted, and reason was everyone else's excuse.
the ocean is rapidly vanishing by this point, but i don't care. my soul is more important. without water to be baptized in, we're fucked. hold your breath anyway and wait for a miracle. at this point, even prayer starts to seem rational, but i realize we don't need to be saved. we can't be saved, and did we ever need to be saved to begin with? people should learn to save themselves from their own socially and personally irresponsible gravitational pull. denying this equation time is no longer acceptable. we dream of something bigger than this, but we doubt this matters knowing what we know now. an infinite gap of predestined logic? try pulling the trigger and see what happens.
"no going back now," she says. the camera snaps a picture, but the moment isn't even captured... not even close. what, are we two years old? do we really think this matters? duh. god tells the greatest jokes. wouldn't you with that much time? remnants of a deteriorating facade. i walk back through the timeline in my mind, but i easily get lost along the way. people jump to their deaths, and all i can do is exist. impulse is misguided.
my love is potential energy that can't be converted, and reason was everyone else's excuse.
the ocean is rapidly vanishing by this point, but i don't care. my soul is more important. without water to be baptized in, we're fucked. hold your breath anyway and wait for a miracle. at this point, even prayer starts to seem rational, but i realize we don't need to be saved. we can't be saved, and did we ever need to be saved to begin with? people should learn to save themselves from their own socially and personally irresponsible gravitational pull. denying this equation time is no longer acceptable. we dream of something bigger than this, but we doubt this matters knowing what we know now. an infinite gap of predestined logic? try pulling the trigger and see what happens.
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