"ill live through you and make you what i never was if youre the best then maybe so am i compared to him compared to her im doing this for your own damned good youll make up for what i blew whats the problem why are you crying?"
random lyrics always bunch up in my head.
what is this, what is perfection?
a perfect head hold. a perfect encasement.
a box to place my weary head,
a box is all thats left,
a box is where my heart is
what my heart is
an empty box, left on a forgotten shelf.
Why, she doesnt even have a lake to swim on out to the island (it isnt really an island, but we just say it is) with. It must be terribly sad for her, with all that grass and not a drop of water, currently.
Yes, but there is fear for the afternoons.
You musnt fear, and why are you?
Because night breeds a morning with the moon, and why I am, I cannot say for fear of over-exposure.
this probably really should be a scrap. just incongruent randoms. hard to puzzle fit today.
This is for =wildmonky's 'Contest of Contestiness' or now as it is referred, 'The Past Future Contest'.
I don't know if it quite fits the rules. Actually, that's a lie. It doesn't at all.
Well. At least it gave me a starting point to write, and maybe I'll flesherise it some more later. But I have to focus on my other story more, need to get back into a flow. So we shall see.
[i do apologise for lack of wordclumps, in/on days when i have so much to say and so many pictures behind my eyeballs, dripping down nerves i can only imagine exist (you see i have never been given proof that they're there, for all i know there's only sticky tape and cardboard) i have many pictures dark and bright of upside down trees -- this is not applicable in any way unless you cut them up and fix them to your lids with glue from half made cake.]
you are a correlation,
a distinction between queasy and sane.
i am a lover of small, quiet, and decaying. (bend backwards and string yourself into coherence) follow-on-flow
This and the other were both written at the same time. I started 'eye is in the fire' first, answered a phone call, got distracted by having to do a few tasks, wrote this, went back to the former.
The trick is you don't think about what you are doing, in your mind you say 'pause' to the thought, especially when there are a million billion fucking around in there at the same time, kind of like pointing to each little kid respectively when they're vying for your attentions.