Saturday, November 17, 2007

There's Really No Way To Reach Me

It's great, I think i've finally become capable of discipline. i AM a rock. i AM an island. a human island. with a boy's ambition and a heart of gold. i stay the same age and the jokes keep getting old. hooks for hands, whores for lies. It's great i feel better. i act better. i'm stronger. i'm better. the bricks get piled higher, and i sit back even farther. comfy. security, how warm and welcoming the perfect calm of security. there is no greater pride than in being loved. and there is no greater emptiness than to have everything. i am no walking billboard. no posterboy.

10 fingers 2 eyes and a heart of demise.