30.12.09
today i thought...
i wish a lot with one hand full of shit
stacking up high hopes in a broken chair
sometimes i do and sometimes i don't care
My mind runs on broken sentences and discontinued phrases. Cliche rhymes invade the frayed nerves of my cursed organ. I try to deny their existence sometimes... ellipsis... i think my mind thinks my mind runs on a perpetual ellipsis that never seems to go anywhere... does it ever even pick up from where the last period stopped? ...i doubt it. i let my doubt create me and sedate me. power builds within only to yield to humility. or rather the thought thereof.
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To continue your metaphor: fix the damn chair. The root of the problem is something you probably know about, but don't know how to fix. Sorry if I am presumptuous in knowing you, but this is something you've always done. Avoid whatever is actually bothering you and blaming yourself for the problem when it actually lies somewhere else, or somewhere in your life/circumstances/state of health that you can deal with if you would confront it.
ReplyDeleteYeah, um, sorry.
Heh, the "phrase" to post this comment was "lochness." I said hell no monster... sorry.
the problem is that my hopes surpass my capabilities, cholo. and this constant cold and darkness mixed with the fact that my little orange container was emptied three days ago doesn't exactly elevate my levels of optimism.
ReplyDelete... did you done gave that monster tree dolla? :)
I seriously doubt that your capabilities are as limited as you think.
ReplyDeleteI said "Hell no, I ain't givin' you no tree fitty. Get a job!"