one last jitterbug before it all falls apart

i had small thoughts beef it was all adding up falling apart the way it should i want it to go that way build and fall build and fall then it hits me slow cold ice pack on my forehead dripping tiny dew droplets on my brain folding itself in to the jam of clutter knowledge useless shit it's all usefull that's what they say. as long as you can think i always say it's best if you can think only worth it if you can think know how to think so few do anymore where is our schooling going? i miss the way it was when just thinking itself was new there was no territory charted you could run jump swim trapse your way in any direction never come back and just keep going any which way or use pooh to get back to point a from point b then move on to point b-2 whatver the code says that's how it's written i mean who really know when it doesn't make sense to fall asleep in the dark? is there any way i can find the new superman bat girl brun thier skin together with a firestarter log and lock it in a tiny cedar chest bent on finding everything within my own flesh and skull? what's the difference, i can't remember the way it was meant to be.

it's damp in here. sweat dropping solid ice cubes galring at me from a distance it all goes blurry and i can see at last what i mean: it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.

2002-11-08 | 11:37 p.m.
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