Post by jensi goom isle.en.nn on Sept 14, 2018 1:51:12 GMT -5
*SIGH*... Life... is so wonderful. Yet one day everything will perish. And when that day comes I do not know what I or anyone will do. Maybe will will just stand in a circle and hold hands. Because we are friends. Together.
Oh god, oh god, oh my life is just a mess and I hate everyone, the sins of man have blackened the earth's soil and we have built gravestones for ourselves now that everyone is dead, like the stone in mecca, the blackstone, yes we have all been cast headlong out of the realm of the living, because the transgressions and trespasses of man have sunk him into bondage and slavery, and i hate everyone and god my life is just horrible.
I have so much love in my heart no one understands. I have so much to say that I'm dying to express. But I have to see those annoying people every day and I hate them. They don't understand me at all, they don't understand what I care about and what I like. They are so boring they don't even think logically about life. Like I know what I want and they don't. They think that when they have babies they will literally plan their entire life which will be agreed upon just like that. But nobody has the right to do that.
in the midst of the mists of the night
I dreamt of you and i, together, we two branches coming off the same larger branch, celebrating with an abundance of trickles and myrrh
and incense to the moon womb, diseases do not erupt within us
longly and shortly in the wisps of winter and summer forget and
remember 'neath the old and new sky and earth of the valley and mountain
looming twists and turns and bright lights and crevasses
i wish unto all bright lights and sound words peace
all is surreal that is stored in puddled swarms
and i hate you and i love you too as animosity towers over us
with joyful everlasting laughter; this annuls all other feeling
with jagged lines and hind legs of sparks flying ahigh and alow
Oh god, oh god, oh my life is just a mess and I hate everyone, the sins of man have blackened the earth's soil and we have built gravestones for ourselves now that everyone is dead, like the stone in mecca, the blackstone, yes we have all been cast headlong out of the realm of the living, because the transgressions and trespasses of man have sunk him into bondage and slavery, and i hate everyone and god my life is just horrible.
I have so much love in my heart no one understands. I have so much to say that I'm dying to express. But I have to see those annoying people every day and I hate them. They don't understand me at all, they don't understand what I care about and what I like. They are so boring they don't even think logically about life. Like I know what I want and they don't. They think that when they have babies they will literally plan their entire life which will be agreed upon just like that. But nobody has the right to do that.
in the midst of the mists of the night
I dreamt of you and i, together, we two branches coming off the same larger branch, celebrating with an abundance of trickles and myrrh
and incense to the moon womb, diseases do not erupt within us
longly and shortly in the wisps of winter and summer forget and
remember 'neath the old and new sky and earth of the valley and mountain
looming twists and turns and bright lights and crevasses
i wish unto all bright lights and sound words peace
all is surreal that is stored in puddled swarms
and i hate you and i love you too as animosity towers over us
with joyful everlasting laughter; this annuls all other feeling
with jagged lines and hind legs of sparks flying ahigh and alow