Tuesday, March 18, 2008

yet.again.not.surprising.

sleep clouds rolling in against stubborn eyelids. photoshoped pictures of imaginary illusions. static crackling through the background voices. hooded authors in the corner writing down the shots as they see them. bullet words killing sanity; social concepts bleeding out black, blending into the starry sky. sick; two hundred fever combined. mentality lost in stereotypical conversation and daily observances. voices too loud, speaking common nonsense. pay attention, pay your time without crime. doesn't help to be prepared when the expectations are unknown, null and void. bossy overtones above assumptions made up of sour sugar. rough calculations over coffee cups, frosting coated taste tests. not enough to make it worthwhile. keep silent, keep them guessing. blindfolded, gagged, bound; tentative touch the only explanation. dance floor drama done to death. lunch hour statistics prove more deadly than fifth. until life do we part, together never in temporary forever.