Who Knows Where This Ends?

Who knows where this ends? Living in an endless cycle with only my thoughts of you remaining of any real feeling I had. But they died years ago. So what does that leave me with? You were an old flame and I still see you in flames. Twist, run and burn. Calories keep you in check just like your emotions. I've lost all recognition. Who cares anymore, just dancing in tune to keep our youth, it's going to run out some day. Who knows where this all ends. Every night is just a struggle to forget.

I'm not wracked with guilt, I'm not faced in shame. I've got nothing now and it makes me devoid. A paralytic robot that makes sense of shutting down. Sex and skin, what remains in your secret scheme of things. A double standard that could never make sense. The architect of the monument. Set fire with matches. Burn everything down, exhaust the very ethic with femme fatale motifs. But the end? There was no ending. Gather on down for a game of chicken limbo. You're the chicken and I'm in limbo.

Who knows where this ends like a crazed secret that goes on like Chinese Whispers. What's that you say? It was ages ago? Secret monuments and empty sweet nothings. Nothing works as well as fucking with the mind because the body is weak. You're scarred for life and you pass those scars onto your next victim. The hawk gathers the worm in one fell swoop. I'm sorry I fell in love, it was the hormones talking. Not me.

Not a day goes by. Not a week. Not a month. Not a year. Decades and centuries - no use in these. Try to love again but I still wear the same cloak and I know there's a private joke in there somewhere. There's no secret, it's all a lie. You'll leave in an ambulance if I could only bear to pass a resemblance of living myself. A paralytic robot is what I believe in. Mechanical actions of fucking corpses. A ventriloquist knew how to make my every move. Knew how to speak every word. And every action I made, you knew where to move. I might as well be a dead parrot.

But you knew the secret, didn't you? You knew how to tamper with everything with a mix of naivete and sexuality. Rewire my brain so that it was to your liking. Rewire my thoughts, rewire my voice. To seek and destroy personality into twisted sexuality. You created Frankenstein and I wanted you to be the bride. But you had something to hide. It was a game after all, there were plenty of illusions and I felt the liaison grow deeper. But I was a fool.

If I feel anything it'll be forgotten in the morning. Right after you appear again. And then it'll begin again. Or something else might.

The Fool In The Iron Mask

All these useless words falling into view. There's nothing of note just that I never wanted to know. It was only because we liked the same music. It was only because I wrote so much. All these personal letters. They seemed like heaven to you. But what's it to you says the fool in the iron mask.

Sci-Fi Romance

Take one step back and see the fall. We are here and so are you. This is the epitome of all your dreams. A love affair and fireworks in the bed. Tied to our tongues in this old affair. We're in love with the subtle proposition. We're in love but it's not meant that way. How we all want to get along with the atom bomb. We're all here for a sci-fi romance that's implausible.

Multiple languages play out in distant café bars. New technology and future worlds in the palm of your hand. You seek what others can't handle. Dateline will be here to destroy the fate of others. A new law unto itself. L'enfer n'est pas juste ni mauvais. Cela est tout ça . In designs we seek self improvement. The antisocial dream. God is in the details of technology. Open your eyes and hear the cries.

Take one step back when we fall in love with you. We are not who you think we are.....we are autonomously individual. A neat contradiction you could make out of thin air. Fireworks in bed with the world at our feet. It's the new design of fevered imaginations. But forget it all for one simple wish. Improve ties. Improve relations. Ships in sail for we're all getting a little more mechanical these days. How we all love to see tomorrow.

Ich spreche kein Englisch. Warum besonders das? Es ist ein schlectes Sprache
Afspraak is afspraak. Jammer>

As A Force Of Sanity

It's funny, I think of her as a force of sanity where others are clearly insane. I must tell her that sometime, if I ever do. It's a strange feeling really. I just wish there were more people like her. It's a funny set of circumstances. And I wish the void would suck me into her. She's nobody's but her own. The traded identity I could've been had I not sunk to the lows of everybody else. A true love often betrayed. She feeds me a new world in graphic detail. A brighter hope, and that of the future. A new design.

I think of her as a force of sanity where others are clearly insane. Put my mind to rest, ease me into a better state of conciousness. If that's what love is? What kind of focus is this?

Who knows what "sporting star/tsar" they'll have up this Sunday. They'll dig up any old sex tape and present it as shocking news when it shows they haven't got anything to talk about other than who shagged who in 1992.

Your Personality is Very Rare (INTP)

Your personality type is goofy, imaginative, relaxed, and brilliant. Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

My view part 1

Well this is the great thing with thrashing "the greatest band of all time." You upset people and they in turn insult you for all/little you/they're worth. The Beatles were just a band. Yes they sold millions and billions and what not but they were just a band and it's only because Rollingstone are so lazy they still write articles of The Beatles nearly forty years after their demise do they still sell records. They've become a myth where the music takes on more legendary status than it possibly should. It was drab music for drab times. There was no magic but myths are not to be touched and debunked. I suppose don't crush on people's dreams and aspirations which is effectively what The Beatles represent for a lot of people. But I certainly do not share their view and I certainly don't want them to force their view on me.

Hmmm

You are The Chariot

Triumph, Victory, Overcoming Obstacles.

The chariot is one of the most complex cards to define. On its most basic level, it implies war, a struggle, and an eventual, hard-won victory. Either over enemies, obstacles, nature, the beasts inside you, or to just get what you want. But there is a great deal more to it. The charioteer wears emblems of the sun, yet the sign behind this card is the moon. The chariot is all about motion, and yet it is often shown as stationary. It is a union of opposites, like the black and white steeds. They pull in different directions, but must be (and can be!) made to go together in one direction. Control is required over opposing emotions, wants, needs, people, circumstances; bring them together and give them a single direction, your direction. Confidence is also needed and, most especially, motivation. The card can, in fact, indicate new motivation or inspiration, which gets a stagnant situation moving again.

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