Feeling: Tired
Listening to: All Hands On Deck, Part 2: Open Water by Funeral For A Friend
Awake, I am awake,
and I'm still alive out here.
Awake, I am awake,
and I'm still alive out here.
Blinded by this light,
it is all that surrounds me.
Deep water, I can smell the blood;
how long, how long before they come?
Showing teeth, bearing fever, lost in open water
until they find, find us all lost with all the shipwreck.
Deep water, I can smell the blood;
how long, how long before they come?
Waves crashed upon the shore, and time and time again,
we lost control. Am I too far gone to be saved?
Lost in the water all alone, am I too far gone to be saved?
Lost in the water all alone, am I too far gone, too far gone to be saved?
Waves crashed upon the shore, and time and time again,
we lost control.
Waves crashed upon the shore, and time and time again, we lost control.
And I lost control.
Wednesday 21 December 2011
Feeling: Pensive
Listening to: When You Thought You'd Never Stand Out by Copeland
It's a multiple-entry quiz competition, and some people have submitted a really large number of responses.
The problem is that they're wrong.
So, despite the huge amount of effort they have put in - regardless of the confidence and hope they clung to - they don't even stand a chance to be part of the lucky draw.
They went into this with all the wrong answers right from the start. They put in everything they could to get their hands on something called a "prize". They wait patiently to learn their fate. But they were never in the running.
This sounds suspiciously symbolic of something profound, or maybe of nothing at all.
Listening to: When You Thought You'd Never Stand Out by Copeland
It's a multiple-entry quiz competition, and some people have submitted a really large number of responses.
The problem is that they're wrong.
So, despite the huge amount of effort they have put in - regardless of the confidence and hope they clung to - they don't even stand a chance to be part of the lucky draw.
They went into this with all the wrong answers right from the start. They put in everything they could to get their hands on something called a "prize". They wait patiently to learn their fate. But they were never in the running.
This sounds suspiciously symbolic of something profound, or maybe of nothing at all.
Saturday 17 December 2011
Saturday 10 December 2011
I keep trying to justify my decision, but the reasons that seemed so persuasive not long ago only seem to be hollow and meaningless now.
Too serious, not serious enough. Idealistic, delusional, stupid, childish, complicated, easy, perfect, minute, stupid, inadequate, overwhelming. Selfish. Stupid.
Premature.
I don't know anything. I thought it was growing up, learning, evolving. But I'm beginning to think that doesn't happen. People don't grow up. They don't learn or evolve. They go around in circles, laughing as they slowly die from the inside out.
A joke.
A fucked up joke with no punchline and all the joyless tears in the world.
Things fall apart.
But do they come back together again?
You are so fucking beautiful.
Too serious, not serious enough. Idealistic, delusional, stupid, childish, complicated, easy, perfect, minute, stupid, inadequate, overwhelming. Selfish. Stupid.
Premature.
I don't know anything. I thought it was growing up, learning, evolving. But I'm beginning to think that doesn't happen. People don't grow up. They don't learn or evolve. They go around in circles, laughing as they slowly die from the inside out.
A joke.
A fucked up joke with no punchline and all the joyless tears in the world.
Things fall apart.
But do they come back together again?
You are so fucking beautiful.
Tuesday 6 December 2011
Every breath that I exhale is a sigh. Every breath that I exhale is a sigh of exhaustion.
How sad.
And this is what your life has been reduced to - a single room apartment containing no more than a mattress.
How sad when the strings have been removed from the blinds, and all the outlets have been painted over, and the television screen is streaked with blood and smeared from your knuckles as if you were trying to punch it out but you underestimated the strength or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough.
Startled by a knock at the door, you arise for the first time in two days to answer, but you can only greet the visitor with one short statement:
"Hello, my first name is Distance, and I really don't care if I never wake up again."
Hello, my name is Distance, and I really don't care if I never wake up again.
And I really don't care if I never wake up again.
And I really don't care if I never wake up again.
How sad.
And this is what your life has been reduced to - a single room apartment containing no more than a mattress.
How sad when the strings have been removed from the blinds, and all the outlets have been painted over, and the television screen is streaked with blood and smeared from your knuckles as if you were trying to punch it out but you underestimated the strength or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough.
Startled by a knock at the door, you arise for the first time in two days to answer, but you can only greet the visitor with one short statement:
"Hello, my first name is Distance, and I really don't care if I never wake up again."
Hello, my name is Distance, and I really don't care if I never wake up again.
And I really don't care if I never wake up again.
And I really don't care if I never wake up again.
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