(0392) in the moment

it's a rainy day, but the sun is shinin'. there's anxiety, but i'm feelin' calm. got allergies but never had to sneeze. it's a blank page so i am writing. i need to close my eyes, but i'm stayin' awake. wanna see this day in a whole new light now because the vampires have all gone away. we feel so fucked, but the engine's still runnin'. there's an oil leak, but i don't mind. it's another stretch of highway to go down, but the leaves look pretty good for decomposing. we are next in line, and i'm makin' some plans up. i'm gonna fix up that hole in my heart. black comedy and wasted dramatics.. we are a new breed of sorrowful men. on a wednesday evening in marion, the affordable just got too expensive. but there's some free food down by the dumpster - yeah, i'm a freeloader, and i couldn't be more proud. medicine and coffee - runnin' out of both.. innocence and vanity - runnin' out of those too. you need a lighter, and i need a can. you think i need a woman, and i think you need a man. walk a mile to get to the destination, but run a marathon just to get back home. folding airplanes too fast to make them fly and moving on to the next thought process within the blink of an eye.

(0391) the loner's statement

if i could get out of this mess, i would.
if i could break through the wires and circumvent the verdict, i would do it.

the air tonight was lacking in honesty and not playing along at all, but what could we expect?
saving grace? save your face. trying to find truth was like the first time you forgot what was even real.
this was a wasted conversation with no dialogue. a wasted summer with no warmth.
next year, i float away again and forget about all of this. i turn conflict without resolution into resolution without conflict.
the writing is on the wall, but no one else is willing to read.
but from the back of the stage to the front of the page, this is just a story for you. and you.

(0390) rotten fruit

please wake me up because i haven't stopped dreaming. the phone is ringing, and we can't pick it up ourselves. this shit existence we call life is all we have. a selfless act of self-denial wasn't warranted. the ending came quickly, and the beginning never even happened, but rotten fruit had never tasted so good. tomorrow, we play dumb and pretend the world is ending. the day after that, we say "fuck off" and then keep coming back for more.

here, apparently memories only last as long as you you can stay awake. none of you people are even alive, but the stench is growing much worse. i guess god just forgot to wipe his ass at some point. what i wanted no longer exists. well how convenient a trillion times over. we pause for reflection, swallow the blood of a thousand centuries and fall back asleep.