Jayyy
12-23-2003, 10:56 PM
Before I begin, let me say, as always, that the structure is exactly how I have made it to be, and the punctuation is bereft or specific on purpose; I deal in ideas, and sometimes they are meaningless, or difficult to gather; oh, and finally, there is no title, because titles are *so* 20th century.
Arigato, enjoy, and apologies in advance if you hate it or find me pretentious (which would be ironic because everything I write sucks and I certainly wouldn't deny it)!
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Welcome to hollow world
Breaking our bodies down since 1896
It's funny sometimes
That the advent of aging gives meaning
To molecules resting in the folds of space
We bathe our cracked and broken souls
In the presence of one another
All the while
Human speech meets its limit
And we are at a loss for words
Mistakes we make
Would drive off any God
It is the age of industry and information
Yet our lines are as desensitized
As coke snorted on a
Cool,
Breezy
Monday
Morning
Somewhere on Earth
On a splintered bench in
Eastern China
There is a prostitute
She's been begging for an STD
Since 1986
The years drudge on and on into androgyny
Our mouths and ears grow weary
Of every hateful sentence
This society has ever forged
An explosion of selfish rhetoric
Fragments of each disturbing thought
Shatter through our atmosphere
And puncture our hearts
Yet they continue to beat
And pump
And pump
In the afterglow of a plastic
digital
alibi.
They warn
The next time you sneeze may be the last
Yet we keep on breathing into one another
In the presence of one another
The physics of the cosmos collapse
Into one
giant
ecstatic
emotion.
Some might call it tacky:
Just Live.
If you're not dying, you're dead.
Just Live.
Arigato, enjoy, and apologies in advance if you hate it or find me pretentious (which would be ironic because everything I write sucks and I certainly wouldn't deny it)!
------
Welcome to hollow world
Breaking our bodies down since 1896
It's funny sometimes
That the advent of aging gives meaning
To molecules resting in the folds of space
We bathe our cracked and broken souls
In the presence of one another
All the while
Human speech meets its limit
And we are at a loss for words
Mistakes we make
Would drive off any God
It is the age of industry and information
Yet our lines are as desensitized
As coke snorted on a
Cool,
Breezy
Monday
Morning
Somewhere on Earth
On a splintered bench in
Eastern China
There is a prostitute
She's been begging for an STD
Since 1986
The years drudge on and on into androgyny
Our mouths and ears grow weary
Of every hateful sentence
This society has ever forged
An explosion of selfish rhetoric
Fragments of each disturbing thought
Shatter through our atmosphere
And puncture our hearts
Yet they continue to beat
And pump
And pump
In the afterglow of a plastic
digital
alibi.
They warn
The next time you sneeze may be the last
Yet we keep on breathing into one another
In the presence of one another
The physics of the cosmos collapse
Into one
giant
ecstatic
emotion.
Some might call it tacky:
Just Live.
If you're not dying, you're dead.
Just Live.