i think it went down like this.
so milk was amazing. i cried twice, wont even lie. i cant believe religion had such an impact on society back in the day. its disgusting really, that the one thing people always turn to supports so much hate. fuck religion. everyone just do what you wanna do, if that is religion fine, but dont push it on other people thats totally unfair. a gay person wouldnt try to make you gay so you shouldnt try to tell them they cant even have that freedom. completely ridiculous. i love gay people. and fuck anyone who doesnt for real. like fuck you. anyyyyways. strangely enough the lyric/poem whatev. im going to post makes mention of god which i seem to do alot. but only for poetic purposes i actually am in a fight with myself between beig agnostic and athiest. i’m sure i dont believe in catholic/christian god. but im not sure i wanna rule out the possibility of there being anything at all. that actually scares the hell out of me and had been scaring the hell out of me recently. i’m not sure why death is on my mind. maybe since i feel like i’m not accomplishing anything, and then i dont want to die with nothing to show for it? i’m guessing thats it but my subconcious never gives me that much leverage with myself because i’m like half way to being insane…lol. anyways, need to shower for work and stuff. peace out homeskillz.
thunder then lightning strikes
and looks like strings frayed from the sky
the oceans red tide is black tonight
and from where i am all the city lights
make some of the sky and sea look as if
god had forgot to color it in
so i stick out my thumb and close one eye
and paint in the color then let out a sigh
make me feel alive again
long car rides until the road ends
up at your house and your bed
where i take mental pictures
i started crying near the shoreline
as god licked his fingers and put out the skyline
and i turned my face and wiped my eyes
then flicked the saline across the sand, tried
to forget that someday this all ends
and we cease to ever be relevant
so i lick my finger to feel which way
the wind can blow my thoughts away
make me feel alive again
long car rides until the road ends
up at your house and your bed
where i take mental pictures
these words are like a tumor
terminal to your ears
but they’ll just keep growing on you
till its your favorite one to hear
make me feel alive again
long car rides until the road ends
up at your house and your bed
where i take mental pictures and forget to take off the lens (cap)
