Abstract writing. Mix of poetry and prose. Intentionally callow and melodramatic at times. |
Gracious me, you idolize me like a candy butterfly. The man who claims amorality can judge the man who disapproves of certain actions. I'm free from malice and strife, but you desire to crucify me, no? Am I wrong? You want to beat me down like you wanted to beat down that old man with a glass bottle. You have nothing on me. I like the way you look at me though; it sure is lovely. I understand what's going on, and clearly, you do to. We're both just enjoying the times and enjoying the moods; enjoying the outside without necessarily enjoying the inside. Never mind them. We're all in the circus together and it's fruitless to think of the crowd of jesters. Just look out for the words that scathe and try your best to protect yourself. It's a scary world out there, red in tooth and nail. One cannot go very long without encountering such evil. And besides all of this, can anyone blame the blamed? Can you wound the dead, imprison the slave, damage the broken? C'mon, give me a break and forget about the world and it's enterprises. Forget about fighting and forget about strife. Forget about pain and forget about heartbreak. Forget about me, and I'll forget about you. You didn't want to fight that man. He would have killed you. He would have ripped open your spleen with his bare hands and poured your blood and entrails onto the pavement. He would have cut out your heart and ate it. You made a mistake and you almost wound of wounded. You could have been killed and heartless; luckily, you were stopped. I don't understand you and I know you can't understand me, but lets just try to sort this out like reasonable adults. My name's Richard. It's nice to meet you Richard, I'm Chad. The pleasure is all mine. What brings you out on this fine evening, Richard? You're cool, but your friends don't understand. They don't understand real life. Why is that, Richard? Because they think they've lived. They haven't lived -- They've played video games. You're right, Richard. You have a nice night, okay? Thanks... You too. I have nothing more to say to you. I guess if you want to live your life in such a way as to harm others, then fine. |