fundamental

she beckons to your will, wanting to bend your thoughts around her thighs, longing to feel a touch she has missed for much too long, and it proves only too easily to her that dreams come true are random and chaotic, and if she cannot hold on to the rush it will swiftly throw her aside.

thoughts of random urges, needs urging to be quenched, urges needing to be thought of more, and emotion swirls knocking at her door. you she could love no she dare not believe but she knows the passing in an instant, every fiber of her stands on end, full attention, something you must bend. her melancholy sadness ensues, wrapping cold devoid feelings around her heart, and it screams in her chest beating bare hands against the concrete confines of its prison. she is a thought, lonely and gone, waiting for the moment when she comes undone.

it’s nice to finally find some entries on this site that isn’t 14 and 15 year olds whining about a life that they haven’t even begun to live. but i know when i was that age i suppose i knew the world and all it had to offer. but the incessant so and so doesn’t like me, or someone won’t speak to me, or someone is spreading lies behind my back….

HELLO
welcome to the REAL fucking world,
please check your bags at the door and someone will be with you in just one moment.
please remain calm and everything will be taken care of
in a timely fashion.

too much reality television or something, don’t people have enough reality in their lives than to watch that ignorant crap the producers make millions from? are we all so starved for attention that we feast on the misery of some poor sap who’s just fuckin screwed from the get go and isn’t going to win the girl. what is wrong with people? what is wrong with soceity?

THanK YoU
for your patience.
i hope the wait was not intolerable
and that you were as comfy as possible.
PleaSe
find your bags upon the terminal
and be ready
to be searched and seized and abused
and have all your rights infringed upon.
oh
and don’t worry about the rubbergloves
just remain as calm as possible
you’re almost on your way.

ha. and the conspiracy is that they haven’t even documented the day our independence was declared correctly. we all celebrate the 4th of july on the fourth but low and behold our independence was declared on the 2nd but it was just easier to let the world keep believing the lie. yeah and washington never cut down some stupid damn cherry tree, just a lie. but what ever right, can’t change the world in a day, or a week, or a lifetime in that matter, at least not ours.

the meanings we clung to in the past have dwindled slowly away into the lies we feed in to. what else are we to do? it’s meaningless here, all we can do is ride the train til it stops then hitch another ride.

she is a weakness alluring those to her wounded heart, the rapture seizes her, and the end draws nigh, the enchantment within her aching heart is the hopeless romantic holding on to those dreams of love everafter and forever, not realizing that forever seems so much like never.

she is burning up from the inside out, she is longing

she is lost to the understanding

the knowing

the love

that there is a meaning to it all

she’s only simply lost hers at this moment