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Wednesday, February 15, 2006  im on your side, remember? - i am the only one who knows where we are - and im sure you have noticed by now that all i seem to be writing about (here) lately is just notes of what, where, why, who - life and death and fuck i try so hard - im not too sure, but if you didn't realise that i know this then you're not welcome here anymore - i dont drink, and i drink - and i know what is better - i thought i was a happy, lovely and charming drunk - i thought it made me a genius - tortured and mad - all it does is turn us into wankers of self-superiority - the only really great thing i found within the bottle was that it isn't that hard to turn around and give it up - to go clean for a month isn't that hard, and is far too much of an amazing thing, much like our childhood sweetheats pregnancy - i've quit the smokes but i still see the signals rising at every corner - i can do whatever i want - but the booze just fogs our realisation and eats away at our soul - and it really does - it is the type of drug that leaves us to beleive that we're always in control - hey, this shit is legal, whats the big deal? - but that is false, and thank god for the mental illness an education supplies because with a little time we can realise - just because it is socially accpeted doesn't mean we can gorge and swamp ourselves within it legally - tell me how can it be that oh boy, we'll meet up for a drink? - its so fucking stupid, to put it simply, without any wanky literary tools - it is so stupid - if i had it my way i would'nt drink again, and i wouldn't feel the need to tap into mother nature unconscious/subconcious - i could see hope within and without the world and just be content with the fact i have loved ones - i wouldn't feel the need to pull them closeer and whisper to them my deepest secrets of cynisism and regret - of the lyrics and lives i've worshiped and the times i've only just remembered - 23 and a half years on earth - and what have i done? - im confused, and im not sure whethere i should be proud or not - some tell me one thing, some think another -im left wondering, imagining myself commiting all these crimes and dreaming of news that takes place the next day on the news with my soup - and i've forgotten all about mothers - if the meaning/reason/answer/realisation of life and existance is going to be reached, it must have something to do with the mothers of creation and the mums we all love - who can hate a mum? - no-one on my list, thats for sure - and who can hate a father wiping his nose with a floral hankiechief? - no-one on my list, thats for sure i've seen myside - and now i want to ask you if i can join you, again - im 23 and a half years old posted by Simon Wednesday, February 15, 2006 |
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