InternationalFunboy
Rhapsodomancer
- Joined
- May 6, 2001
- Posts
- 3,744
Who am I? Nobody. I'm the wind that blows your hair, the soft palm that hands you change, the name you can never remember when you wish you could. But I have wants. Man, do I... and let me tell you, they explode fast like... like lightning through an endless night sky. And do they hit? Goodness... they hit like an anvil, and they rattle my hum-drum daily routine apart like a deep, deep rumble. My wants? They threaten. My wants are stone cold fucking killers.
And I turn to them, let them take me over like an anthem to anarchy. They penetrate me from all sides, every orifice, with atrocious velocity. And in the middle of the night, more an more I'm thrust awake... and in that fleeting moment between what is, I wonder why. But I know why.
So I look at my everyday life, reflect on it like a predator. Coffee in the morning, deodorant, hop in the car. Commute. Fill my water bottle. Babble. I'm barely containing them. I lean into disaster with each passing day. Brushing clean the rug. Satisfied.
Who am I? A dreamer in a world of dreams. I can be anything.
And I turn to them, let them take me over like an anthem to anarchy. They penetrate me from all sides, every orifice, with atrocious velocity. And in the middle of the night, more an more I'm thrust awake... and in that fleeting moment between what is, I wonder why. But I know why.
So I look at my everyday life, reflect on it like a predator. Coffee in the morning, deodorant, hop in the car. Commute. Fill my water bottle. Babble. I'm barely containing them. I lean into disaster with each passing day. Brushing clean the rug. Satisfied.
Who am I? A dreamer in a world of dreams. I can be anything.
