i've been thinking a lot about that internal clock. and that endless tick-tock that never seems to stop. but it does and it will. even for the king of the hill. or the hopeless passer by who could never explain why. when that tick-tock clock does decide to stop we'll find we're all the same. even the clinically insane. no matter how rich and how ( Read more... )

the point ( Read more... )

prophets for profits...

we write show tunes in small rooms
this is not the kind of mind that rewinds
but i'll show you if i need to
that life is such a small find

every insignificance
a chance to be more than it is
making meaning out of nothing
purpose before divine gifts

we're all big fish until we consider the pond.

tragically died secretly saving the world from certain destruction.

Mr. News Man, Mr. News Man give me that news feed ( Read more... )

if you don't have to shit, don't go to the bathroom.

if dreams come true does that means nightmares do too ( Read more... )

i want to float up through the clouds, but i'll probably just stay in the ground. i didn't find heaven when i was flying through the air, all i found was thinner atmosphere. we don't share the same reality, what you want is something i could never be.

laying here in the aftermath of this afternoon. staring at the ceiling. not thinking too clearly. visions getting blurry. the sounds of the engines. the ceiling fan spinning. i'm trying to find jesus. or at least something. now the heart is beating. no scratch that. it's pounding. maybe more of a throbbing. but i feel it through my body. still my ( Read more... )