Thats it, I'm starting to think this is bigger than I had initialy thought possible. Memories of a once content self are forming and I'm gradually coming to the conclusion that The Internet is killing me and replacing my soul with an "I", something far less concerned with aspiration, something consumed with contrived inhabition, who's only goal is to mimic a preconcieved notion of a reality, based entirely on the subjective outlook I once had.

A parody of my former self, no doubt.
One that exists soley in a realm where time and space are irrelevant, Einsteines theory of relativity and Newton's law of motion are obsolete and all that matters is the portrayal of existance through static images and articulating "I think therefore I am" through printed words.

I'm gonna go take a walk... Ta

P.S

I'll be back.

Russian doll syndrome, got her thinking a loud...

Lover, she's well known down where the green is over grown and the men speak in a harmonious tone, delight on loan and for the lesser it's just shown, but no touching for those.

happy birthday me, have decided to go traveling alone, gonna start out in europe and hopefully make it to north africa.

Woo I'm excited.

There's a moon out tonight, two lovers apart.
Time's thread shared through their beating hearts.

It's what she learnt.

With latin whispers and social agenders that colour the souls with pretty pictures. Diamond girl has it in for you, she knows about the vegas incedent.
Troubles a near, closed windows creak, and ruby? Well she wont speak.
Dusted down and set to march, little grown men talk of bearded laughs and bethlehem.
Smug rangers with their power tools and pencil skirt woman with high heel stools, look down over the old country and brand their mothers with fire.
Jade knew you were a liar, someone told her to wait by the telephone, now the soldiers are fully grown and comunicate with moans and warn the drones that they're well known. Saphire she dreams, she ignores the screams but paints what they mean with stolen oil from the other team.
All's lost on the emerald princess with her glass eyes mesmerised by the light inside, she can't hide, she can't hide.

Girl they all know the score, I need this time I need more, it's my thoughts that rhyme, I think in synch with time, believe it's messege from the devine...

It's a notion, sparked commotion caused by devotion for the self loathing 'most men'. We want to believe, we want to see but excuses prevail in this reality.

Miss lady Love.

My love, she leans on me like the shepard and his tree, she knows I'm waiting for her smile, her voice charms even the crows that circle my past.

She hears the people that talk and stops for the people that cry, she's expecting my return, she never had to learn to justify concern.

Walls crumble around her and I stand watching as the kings of the future scramble for their fortunes.

When she cries the angel's beating wings can be heard in the night sky, gifts from the divine to pause time untill she's fine.

Thieves know her thoughts but cannot comprehend, even the the priest wont look her in the eyes, true beauty she is my love, true beauty she is my love.

"In the desert, you cant remember your name"

something's happening, I think I'm losing my mind, I'm tempted to blame it on innocence, but it happens all the time.

where art thou.

Something is missing, something is making me feel alone when I'm with you, you're opinions make no sound, all I want to do is know what time it is.

Call it a soul.
Call it a soul.

Something aint there but you're not scared, made apparant through the seconds in your vacant stare. It's the rest that care, the rest over there.

Call it a soul.
Call it a soul.

You base happiness on external factors, that piece of wood has a dead man nailed to it and irony seems to be lost on you.

Call it a soul.
Call it a soul.

Girl you make this so hard.

Lady why? oh why? oh why? shall we sit, can't you admit it?
Time killed us and thats all there is to it...

Lady Lady, what must be your very own revalation wasn't determined by a man in a space station.

Drinking wine and falling over caused this crime.

Nothing beyond coincidence, lay down to rest, dont confuse love with external influence.

Shock horror! lady don't you see, this is all we had, you and me, nothing more than distance and time, the rose coloured me you remember was simply a well placed ember.

Now go to sleep and wake up in december.

Tale of two cities.

The idea of inevitable hurt is worth ignoring.
But we both know this will be over in the morning.

I can tell that it's gonna be me.

I admire such courage.
But when you know that you've been beaten.
It's time to stop giving the treatment.

I can tell that it's gonna be me.

No excuse will justify this to her, she's lost in that spiral and you dont care, pointing at her enemies, laughing at her frown, the memory I have of you has recently been put down, yeah she worships the sounds and the colours that burn, she never knew what she had to learn, it's slightly sad, It's partly bad but it's ok to be glad, because the safety net held strong for you and all you have to do is look on through and find relief in truth.

I can tell that it's gonna be me.

Such beauty will only end in tragedy.

''it's all madness, ridiculous, clowns running around everywhere''

'Insanity' is a subjective term, I can't believe I spent all this time trying to say that, thats all I had to say.

Anyway...

American media is destroying the souls of millions, killing true character and replacing it with buzzwords and pointless insecurity.

Wether it's hard to believe or completely obvious, the way you see life changes as you get older.

She's the child with the beautiful smile.
She's the child with the beautiful smile.

And it's all lost on you.

Intelligently designed with a rhyme in mind that rhymes with time that you can easily find unless your blind.

Because I never did want any mystery between the words I write and the words you see.

Interesting.
Distractions.
Even.
After.
Seeing.

Green.

Because he's somewhat fraught with danger and he knows that she's a stranger, though nothing has been stranger than when God was in a manger, and she dressed up as an angel and told the texas ranger to exchange her for gold.

Blank journal, payed for cool and yeah she knows it all.
Traced face blues, film noir hues, but it's all on cue.

The revolution never happened.

It's why! oh why?.

The crying clown explaining relativity, saying "E=MC²!!"
The laughing policman in tears, it's almost like he cared.

And someone in the middle telling me I should never of stared.

All the while the policeman's chair layed broken under pressure.
Now the clown walks away with a smile on his face commenting on the weather.

Mr.Parody

I'm thinking of nothing in particular, it's more like hearing a buzzing noise and trying to drown it out with images,words and memories of random instances in time.

All the while processing some kind of logical map to justify to myself the relevance of my thoughts so that I can come to a conclusion and then articulate it in to words so as to convey a basis for your opinion of who I am and what I have to offer you.

"Leave your stepping stones behind,
Theres something that calls for you.
Forget the debts you've left,
They will not follow you."