nightlight
05-24-2007, 02:18 PM
i put my faith in the internet
to retain my valuables
and eventually forget about them
since it is a creation
and it is very simple to wash down memory
with better examples
and so i set the weekends
to deal with reality as i trust it
and so i seek the the week
to read the bible as it is divided
and follow doctors orders
so i can slip into secret passages
that encourage development
outside of the ten commandments
which were not built and so shall never be broken
except by king james
and his version of things
which is a misinterpretation of reality
as all documentation is
come monday
come bullshit
come weekend
come order
come soulseek, i thought so
come livejournal
come fiction
come fantasy
come science
come portion
come desire
broken century unfolding into unlengthened riddles
by pushing buttons gently so they may last forever
or shoving them into the ground as the hog pokes his head
to determine the future of sanctity
and rotate everlastingly, by the portions of development
which are fueled by propellers that ought to be ignored
so you may eventually slow down
and watch things fall into place
but not under any sort of supervision
for windshield wipers to wipe clean
and forfeit each others versions
by simple conversation and retaining videography
but not to ignore that simple push forward
devoured by likened horses that gnaw on the clog
to loosen your sandles and wash away the sand
of a saviour determined by the thought at hand
while harmony requires trust
it is very satisfied in nothing in particular
which as far as i understand is the world around me
devoured by caution
and while thoughts are diminished
i fall into weekdays
and working
and business
unawaringly
and put screens in place
to avoid things from falling through
like chunks of marijuana
and cigarettes
and sips of withdrawals
by the power invested in ten milligrams of xyprexa
every night before i go to bed
and the power invested in
doctors, who predict the time i go to bed
based on a misinterpretation of the current moment
which i now have time to recurrent
in order to follow
or by the power invested in immediacy
and ignorance
and hope
which was once a crossing bridge
will now develop into a zig zag architecture
rather than throwing stones at stones
and avoiding the actual point
i am fighting carbon with propellers
like in mega man
i forget which character
to retain my valuables
and eventually forget about them
since it is a creation
and it is very simple to wash down memory
with better examples
and so i set the weekends
to deal with reality as i trust it
and so i seek the the week
to read the bible as it is divided
and follow doctors orders
so i can slip into secret passages
that encourage development
outside of the ten commandments
which were not built and so shall never be broken
except by king james
and his version of things
which is a misinterpretation of reality
as all documentation is
come monday
come bullshit
come weekend
come order
come soulseek, i thought so
come livejournal
come fiction
come fantasy
come science
come portion
come desire
broken century unfolding into unlengthened riddles
by pushing buttons gently so they may last forever
or shoving them into the ground as the hog pokes his head
to determine the future of sanctity
and rotate everlastingly, by the portions of development
which are fueled by propellers that ought to be ignored
so you may eventually slow down
and watch things fall into place
but not under any sort of supervision
for windshield wipers to wipe clean
and forfeit each others versions
by simple conversation and retaining videography
but not to ignore that simple push forward
devoured by likened horses that gnaw on the clog
to loosen your sandles and wash away the sand
of a saviour determined by the thought at hand
while harmony requires trust
it is very satisfied in nothing in particular
which as far as i understand is the world around me
devoured by caution
and while thoughts are diminished
i fall into weekdays
and working
and business
unawaringly
and put screens in place
to avoid things from falling through
like chunks of marijuana
and cigarettes
and sips of withdrawals
by the power invested in ten milligrams of xyprexa
every night before i go to bed
and the power invested in
doctors, who predict the time i go to bed
based on a misinterpretation of the current moment
which i now have time to recurrent
in order to follow
or by the power invested in immediacy
and ignorance
and hope
which was once a crossing bridge
will now develop into a zig zag architecture
rather than throwing stones at stones
and avoiding the actual point
i am fighting carbon with propellers
like in mega man
i forget which character