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My computer was eff you see kayed there for a little while, but for the most part everything's back on track.
uh went to the mall and thrifting a lot this week. joy.
The Truth About the Movies.
Auditorium 18.
Where all the people sit.
For breaks on ten day business trips.
With lights off and a huge screen baring.
Living out adventures
through big-shot movie stars.
Inside that's who we wish we were.
Paid millions for saying
"Good-bye lord, hello June."
Auditorium 11.
Where all the people sit.
To bawl their little eyes out to their hearts content.
The screen shows the main character dying.
Oh it's such a tragedy-
As he goes back stage and thinks
"Too bad they'll never know the real me."
Auditorium number one.
Where all the people sit.
To hear romantic shit.
Yeah all the single folk,
with nothing better to do.
No one to love or even go home to.
A couple of cats or maybe a dog.
Something small and insignificant.
Something to hold power over,
train that bitch to do some tricks.
some things you'll never learn.
On the Night of June Eighth.
Damp grass outside
from a summer downpour--
I'm sorry, fella, but no one understand you anymore.
Between all the crickets and mosquito bites,
No one has time for anything that doesn't include
BIG lights or the phrase "Lights, camera, action!"
In five, four, three, two, one--
everthing explodes.
In your mind, in your heart,
hell no one dreams anymore...
At least not on my side of town.
When did our world collaps to machines?
Those things devoid of inner beauty..
So tell me, man, when did stop lights start blinking?
When did justice choose sides?
Why were colours invented?
Those seemingly harmless names for something DIFFERENT--
yet the same.
Praise the blind man, for he is the only one
who can see beauty for what it really is--
INSIDE.
Praise summer downpours-kid-
and flowers out of bloom.
Praise weeping willows and yourself.
Despite just who doesn't understand you,
even IF it is no one.
Feel what you want-
whether it agree with society or not.
please, kid, dream! Let your imagination wander.
Think the unthinkable,
listen to the wind as it whispers nothings to your ear.
Mother Nature is the only one who won't just tell you what you want to hear.
There is truth in the clouds kid, and this isn't a religious pun.
It's just mediocre opinion forming on these lips,
escaping from this mind.
Analyze things for what you will-- or don't.
Damp grass may be the only thing that understands you...
but who cares?