Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Sad fucking world.

This is the collector's edition. Get it at the counter. Do not look the teller in the face because it's just too sad.
When I was a boy I dreamt that I was a nightmare and have not woken up since. I'm sorry that I do not make you smile, but it's a sad fucking world--pay attention. I will not repeat myself inentionally. I will not love you unnconditionally because the conditions have been broken. I am playing music on a broken lyre. Your sadness is near--I can smell it. This is not a method. It has always been this way. What was it that you wanted me to do? I cannot remember. The mind forgets what hurts the heart and hopes that the heart has moved on.
Expel the healing. Live like a vandal. Forget about living. It is all a lie. There is no recovery. He worshipped you. Now he's just sad because it's a sad fucking world and all of his dreams are crippled, stuck in the mud or lost on the highway--tyring to catch a ride.
So you killed our friend--what do you want a standing ovation? You want us to be impressed? Your violence makes us sad because it's a sad fucking world.
The sign says that you are intent on it being a
Sad fucking world

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