Starvation
Is the leading cause of death among african antelopes. Who gaze longingly at a cresent moon. The cresent however is oriented towards the wrong side. Which species of animals see the moon as a doughnut? I have no anger towards pink plastic chairs. Which crash in unceasing waves to sweep away all that remains of the aztecs. But then they called it Atlantis, jagged peaks with molten ice cream honey coated, low carbs. If your thoughts are linked, lemmings can jump off a cliff. I always wanted a telescope, but a bigger one. A mushroom cloud, a dead city. Blood gives you immortality. Hear the temple bells at midnight. But download speeds used to be better. Somethings dont matter as other things, but does it apply if we reverse order them? I was in the hotsun waiting for a driverless car. Cellphones dont like saltwater. Who still doesnt have probabilistic models. We used to open the windows to get rid of the heavy perfume. Does it matter if you hang your heart on a beauty paegent stage / assholes ass / inflated family lineage / coworkers computer / the first green tree / a chameleon white knight / shy simpleton ?
posted by seekerak at
3:04 AM
3 Comments:
Get some sleep dude!!! You need the alcohol out of your system!!!
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Frankenstein, at 12:02 PM
nope it doesn't -- Does it matter if you hang your heart on a beauty paegent stage -- the hot beauty caked with bee-wax,fish scales and what not natural herbal ingredients from her makeup layers will shrivel up and wither away in a few years with a sagging bum and drooping tits, hair devoured by ring wormes and constant snot mixing with her drool/ assholes ass - well guess thats where it is now / inflated family lineage - they all die off one by one, intoxicating u with thir most annoying traits, so that subconciesly u have inherited the venoum of u're grandma, the nocturnal brooding of u're aunt and the secret mania's and addcitions of u're impotent uncle / coworkers computer -- the worse place to hang u'e fragile heart.... it will burn with envy, mutate with hopelessness and metamorphorsise into a total monster / the first green tree - cute but the tree will get chopped off with u're heart.. luving nature is a loosing battle so don;t sweat it... / a chameleon white knight --- oh that thing we;ve all been waiting for.... well since age 6 we have wrapped our hearts in pretty pink foil with heart shaped holes and kiss shapes moles waiting for that prince charming to come gallavanting on his white thoroughbred steed, ready to whisk us away from a lifeof futility, to releive our constant agitation over petty daily trivia, to sooth our souls exhausted from wrangling with everyday nonsense and to light that eternal flame of passion that sustains the mirrage of a happily ever after... well still waiting with my leaking heart in my little pink package... but nah... hanging it here is just a guarantee for a painful death of compromised ideals and smothering attachements / shy simpleton --- oh these fellows are so hard to find no more shy simpletons anymore and nope not good places to hang u're heart cos....... uurh cos i hate the idea of "simple" things?
so where should v hang our hearts,.. depends if u're a kid well then u'res is safe and sound on u're mummy's apron strings.. an idealistic teen.. well those are the days when u're heartthrobs with the need to make a difference and incredulously the whole world seems to revolve around u and u are the gr8 saviour at the centre of the change the gr8 ENZYME (catalyst) thats aspiring to have ultimate mind control of all species so that u're kingdom shall reign on earth.
a disillusioned youth .. got tow ways.. either u've given it away to a 1/2 baked version of the cameleon prince, who totted u're way in an oldsmobile and u shall b forever damned with the wieght if the progeny factor.... 2) waves of disillusionment our slowly ebbing away the idealist, killing it with its saulty poison..... and without the diception of a happily ever after with prospects of spreading u're gene pool.... loneliness fills up u're purposeless soul.. and turns u're heart into a popsicle, suspended in the realm of time to the thawed and frosted again........ so ultimately its abt choosing between the LIE... the kind of life we c around us and engulfing our hearts in it or seeing the despotic truth................... i.e. eeverything around us is a lie................ and then ............. i donno..... and then freezing u're self cos i frankly don;t have what it takes to safem y self from this deluge.. have lostthe courage to cross over.. so i shall rot here with an icy popssicled heart.. with the ice of loneliness and apathy spreadign over to the rest of the organs... gradually.. with my eyes still popped out searching.. seeking for....... the strength to make the leap..to where? i am not sure.... tille then i sall hang my heart at the end of a marshmellow stick.. tyring to defrost it......................
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dewdrop, at 11:16 PM
Blame it all on the darkness. When there is light of the day, and the joyous mob screams in ecstasy doing a dance like the dustmites, free and floating, shining and weightless, to be swiftly inhaled when you throw the window open and take that long deep breath. Causing you to sneeze, an unstifled, biostrous sneeze, drops of snot, spit and phglem ejected at extreme escape velocity... giving it back to the world, makes you feel so alive! We bask in the light, and it warms our brittle cores, you need not take your heart out now, it is all shining in its glory, its fortified, pulsing with life! Whoever looked to a dead tree or a rusted horse shoe then!
The frolic lasts the day, but we look forward to embrace the darkness too, when our deep dwelling shades take life, and the caveman instincts tell us that danger lurks everywhere, beyond every corner there can be a tiger. But we refuse to be fooled, cos there are no more tigers in the dark, killed a generation ago, we just have to flick a switch and our electron gods swarm around us, giving us more warmth that sun itself can give!
Oh, but it is still dark outside my dear fellow, step out, keep walking, and if you walk long enough you may still see the stars, then you are lucky. But this IS not about stars. It is about the darkness, which swipes his cold fingers around your heart, and they who won't dare raise their heads in the light of the day flock happily out on the streets, a varied lot they are indeed, ladies in expensive silks, whores in scant leather, clowns with painted faces and vampires with a taste for chocolate flavored blood. You are swept away, you are immersed, they are your worst enemies, trying to suffocate you in feelings of guilt and hate, they are your best friends, sympathizing your needs and making rude mockery of the self-righteous knight who rules the day. Tumbling, falling, yet lacking even the will to roll over on your bed to ease that trapped elbow, you look for a place to hang a bleeding heart, you cant help laughing, cos everything made sense just half a day ago, but now everything is shattered again. But there is a beauty in the shards, they call to you. All the kings men and all the kings horses are sleeping, but your friends are here now to gather up the shards, but oh, more merriment lies in melting the pieces and reworking them to make the intricate patterns that fascinate you again and again, no more is the pompous aura that oozes around your stinking bootsoles. The realities of life staring you right in the face, unmasked, death and destruction, behind the thin media veil they parade naked, shaming you for every thought you could not spare, can a bleeding heart feed the starving millions you wonder? Or perhaps you can get that thumb out of your ass and pop it in a boiling volcano, oh crave for a place to hang your heart then, cos you can just pretend that everything else doesnt exist, the key to making a better world is to make it as small as possible, where the biggest problems in the world are nothing but yours and yours truly.
Say your prayers and close your eyes, the night is young, and the unknown has no limits.
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seekerak, at 1:29 AM
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