The only thing that mattered was me and lying came so easily
But each day i pray that i never stray again

I know you well enough to see through that deep purple haze you leave in the room
So each day i pray that i never stray
But i can't let this go, before you know that
I'd rather die than to ever lie to your face again
What happened to sweet little me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuy4-LGAbKo

yes they are beautiful
yes they look beautiful

yet they fall, far behind us
yet they run, at seventy miles an hour

only to see the colors melt away into the darkness

The meal a naked flame it lights those smokes leaving brown stains staining me but no fucks will help my paper double spaced two six four stare at the stone it stays and waves so the ants ask for help kindly would you why of course I sacrificed wouldn't want to see the hazy pain right through my knee and down into the waters we peed on my horn she grinded claims she is lost needing a star to grant me a wish the wind blows right into my lap and left



What do you mean?


I don't know. I cannot see myself. I thought I would just dance and you tell me about my body language. I really don't know.

Could you help?
Would you, kindly?

"Hold me tight."

She sits by me, smiling.

"Never let me go."

She touches me.

"Kiss me," she said. "You rascal."

I wouldn't bend over to kiss her.

She touches my face.

Her fingers were white, trembling.



But my lips wouldn't bend over to kiss her.

- says:
thats becoz
- says:
you give up even before you try





but the greatest defense is distance.

Words are nothing.
Words show nothing.
Words amount to nothing.
Words prove nothing.
Words have given nothing.
Words lead to nothing.


So what if you have a good command of language? Everyone can be philosophical; little pretentious intellectual snobs. Everyone knows right from wrong and what to do and what-nots. There's nothing beautiful about it at all. There's no point in all these time-wasting reflections. Your character still suck balls at the end of your act - how about hiring some audience? Wow, it's almost heroic that you pointed out your flaws. How about a round of applause?




Start living. Life isn't a show.


Or perhaps stop living.

I've made some bad choices in my life, I'm not gonna lie. I've got regrets about them too

:D

I think it's saddening.



I started thinking about it all
because you've taught me to smoke.



Is it really important
that you don't lie, that you tell the truth,


talk with a genuine
tone of voice?


Can you live
without talking freely?


Lie and make excuses?


Isn't it better to give yourself
permission to be lazy and lie?


Perhaps you get better
if you just be the way you are.

What is this?



Must it be black and white?

As I'm busy rushing out work due in an hour's time, let me add a quick note.

Cherish these moments because this is when you are really alive, productive and you don't always get to be like this.