I'm Just a Radiohead fan, that's all.
If I explain that I know how to make you cry, but choose not to act on this knowledge, am I a better person in your eyes?
I had a dream... I should start putting a price on my DNA. I may well be the most important living being in existance.
Something Special
Hello, I'm Alex, The greatest person to ever of lived and told about it. I've done nothing special, but special is relative so we'll hear no more about it.
I've spoke of language and it's problems, for those people with no brains, just stains on this earth of water and rock plains.
I've spoke of sanity and it's irrelevance, for the full-stop is key to my understanding and yours. Perception and doors, time and it's laws.
I've explained the mystery of human chemistry, the mystery that it is he and not me that knows thee, the thee I see is the he you be.
Now I shall speak of endings, the full stop which rules conversation, the dominating factor in hesitation, the silence that makes sound relevant. This.
something sorry
Turn the page, pay attention to the details, this is the way to live.
Come of age, give affection to pretty girls, this is the way to live.
Claim a wage, protection for wedding bells, this is the way to live.
Lifes a stage, disection of truth is hell, this is the way to live.
Clapham Juntion, Platform 5, My Vending Machine
Entry one,
As if it's only meaning was to be orderless, It sits there. Gaining no satisfaction and in turn giving none. This vending machine does what it's glued on sign suggests, 'Out of order' it says. I wonder how many orders it has disregarded, before someone decided to put the sign there? Who puts them there anyway? And how did this person come of this knowledge in the first place? Is someone watching it aswell as me? Maybe more so than I?
I daren't test its validity, maybe it's a joke, a hoax played on me? But who would do such a thing? I have my suspicions, But I'll keep them to myself.
Entry two,
Today, early this morning I witnessed a rather vicious dispute between it and a blind man, so my suspicions can lay at ease for now. I still wonder who could of put the sign there, the sign in all it's splendor, such a perfect rectangular sign, this certainly has the mark of a professional, the font too, it's clear this sign was designed to attract attention, or not as the case clearly is. I'll stay here just a little longer, maybe someone will remove the sign and I can use it again, oh how I hope this wish may come true, to bask in it's glory once more, to touch this magnificent machine, to abuse its role, alas the time has not come, but I'll wait, just a little longer.
Mistaken Identity
I go now to the place of tears. My room with no eyes or ears. Talk of profanity and those disgusting years. Lies, Lies, Lies to none but my peers. Truth, Truth, Truth to none but my fears.
Cast a shadow over this time of doubt and crime. Wonder how I made it through this time. This time of crime that was so unsublime.
My mistaken identity did me no good, This me you see, he never would. So let me be misunderstood. problematic, dramatic, automatic and probably not good.
It's all for the mirror
In light of what's right. My reflection has never been for you but me for now and ever. Incase of alarm I act on demand. I have chosen this mirror for it's inferior exterior. look at me be my shiny me. My reflection will come on detection. Now I can see my affection. Come kiss this hollow me. This me for you I created through refracted light. Colours mean this and this means you miss, the point of me is to see I'm not me but the me you see is thee. You. My mirror.
Interpretation is your only freedom, I'll let you have that one.
Heh.
Fuck all your 'new age' bullshit.. Wake up and smell the fucking coffee you retards.
Dilemma
1)
Are you insane for seeing and believing someone has just disapeared?
Or is the insane one the person that tried to convince you they disapeared?
2)
You decided I'm at the top way before I did, Just as you decided to prove I'm not.
Now do you see me perdicament?
Tortured Genius
Here comes the punchline...
If you end this, questioning wether you are or not. You're just as screwed as I am.
The fact that you were listening to anything I had to say was the point all along.
I admit I'm wrong, about everything.
But atleast I know why follow up albums exist.
Ta da.
I'm normal.
I love you all.
Have it all back,
This is me now, The me you see now, Is the me I be now.
Wankers.
How I wish it was
Drug takin
Gamble makin
With high stakes in
Conforms to sin
Never meant to win
Always listenin
Upside down grin
Wants to be thin
Likes thinkin
Puts thinks into writin
Crap at spellin
nausiatin
Nor has he ate in
word magic in
Genius at creatin
birds piss when eatin
This has lost it's meanin
But I refrain from leavin
This is just the beginin
Of something worth seein
My mind a place for bein
This is just for me in
A world of insane beings
The Endin.
If I never sent this to you, Remind me to.
Meantime - The Futureheads
I wasn't laughing properly, when you were talking to me
I didn't find it funny; your story didn't do it for me
False conversations, false conversations
And you thought that I was joking when I said you were a moron
When I said it I was smiling, so you thought that I was joking
It's easy, to try. It’s easy, any time
We can talk, if we like
Let's forget it for the meantime
False conversations, a waste of time, false conversations
It's not interesting to have false conversations
You've stolen all your stories and I don’t have the patience
It's easy, to try. It’s easy, any time
We can talk, if we like
Let's forget it for the meantime
It's easy, to try. It’s easy, any time
We can talk, if we like
Let's forget it for the meantime
You are a decent person and you have a function
So why do we say hello? It’s just a fashion that we follow that we should be forgetting
But then you do it again, you do the same again
You are a decent person and you have a function
So why do we say hello? It’s just a fashion that we follow that we should be forgetting
It's a fashion that we follow that we should be forgetting
It's a fashion that we follow that we should be forgetting
But then you do it again, you do the same again
It's easy, to try. It’s easy, any time
We can talk, if we like
Let's forget it for the meantime
It's easy, to try. It’s easy, any time
We can talk, if we like
Let's forget it for the meantime
I clearly am the most intelligent human being invented.
Take what I say as gospel and you'll go places.
The basis of all my insecurities
Within your words of ruthlesness.
I'm a pessimist.
Not fit for press.
In this life no less.
In my minds eye we dress.
In clothes that express.
our will to impress.
the opposite no less.
The Bible does express.
That God is you no less.
The words you caress.
The 'I' you bless.
Equality I digress.
I have nothing to say and I've just said it.
So here we are, in this life its been
Expectations seem not to mean
The same thing we dream of them being
Without believing this thing we call seeing.
So here we are, not long to go now
I wonder how far we got to go and how
A clown once said that now is how we found
This life we dislike, we frown
Untill the sun sets down.
So here we are, the end a disapointment.
They don't issue you ointment
The scars were never meant
To be noticed but sight and scent
is what matters, what is meant
The blue sky and smell of roses it should of went,
but we're bent
If we had just lent love and affection
Instead of torment.
So here we are now.
People I dislike...
Rich people that think poor is cool.
Happy people that think depression is cool.
Sane people that think insanity is cool.
Here's a poem for youl...
This one's for you
I'm a poet and you can be too.
Follow this because rhyming is true.
Wear brown leather shoes and dont cut your hair.
Drink red wine and pretend not to care.
Write about emotions and things that matter.
Wait untill someone suggests something to flatter.
Smoke roll ups all day and listen to Dylan.
This is how you become a poet, now go kill'em.
These are for someone I once considered very, very amazing and cherished her opinion greatly...
All I ask is that you do not let your insecurities rule conversation.
In turn, I promise you fame.
Thou art that.
This that I am you are.
A word decided for the liar.
We present ourselves through formulated manouvers.
Fit for a king these truth abusers.
Now tell me what you are that I am not.
A queen no king would sell for the lot.
Sin.
This one for you that I do not see.
I trust in you that it could be me.
A perspective no less that I wish I was in.
God are you to acknowledge my sin.