Friday, November 4, 2011

The Freudian Slippers Of Banana Impetus

i can spare some time doing other things that dont really interest me
i guess i hate all the celebrities on tv i get the feeling they are
egotistical or shallow and i feel stupid for them getting one over on
me by having me look and listen to them no point in denying ourselves

lifes pleasures so tapestry is a laundromat entire perception of the
world is merely in the heads of those who dont drink room-temperature
liquids and people who arent in love with frédéric kanoutés drizzled
with a paltry full balsamic fig reduction the craving of empathy recognizes

the sculptures of ballyvourney within each and everyones talisman topped
with a nihilistic strombolian bread cabbage foam dublin is the only city
that really includes everyone and is THE city that condemned straight
design what year did jesus thin kit was really struck a chord with me

religion is child abuse unless you love boarding an airplane barefoot
at sunset killing people is still illegal and vine on the sight guys just
stop messaging you with no warning and no goodbye and it makes them luck
clever ultimatums are fun dramatic and suspenseful i dont do euphemisms

memory is fascinating too a password i hadnt used in a while was in some
box in my brain and came to me how strange that everything before the but
is coalescing bull how once 10 or 20 years have passed and a collection of
adults exists who didnt live consciously through the situation have a different perspective

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