trying to do the right thing
i go into it doing the right thing
being good
being rational and reasonable
and it explodes into insanity
trying to do the right thing
i come out of it doing the right thing
explain myself
get off the high horse
i didn’t even know i was on
make it all better
what the fuck
not my fucking nature
not my fucking concept
not fucking me
but i did it

i don’t even know how the hell we got here.

when looking at the big picture
every moment is the last of its kind
the last 2:33 and 14 seconds
on the morning of May 22, 2002
but who sees it that way
each moment is a moment
many moments is a chapter
each chapter is a story
every story has an end
we live not moment to moment
not chapter to chapter
or story to story
miss so much
never realising
there’s one big story
where we are little more than
a momentary chapter.

vision is a priviledge.

i’m staring at the j
what can the j do for me
in its current state
if i had an umbrella
without a handle
i could put it on the j
and i would stay dry
or
i could turn it upside down
and use it as a cane
should i come to need one
but for now
i’ll stare at the j
it gives me
something else
to think about
so i won’t think about
you.

its the impossible echo
dancing through space
time is nothing more
than you allow it to be

if you ran fast enough into the west
would the sun still set
or would you rise?

everyone just says “nice. i like it.”
someone said “wow.”
i don’t get the point
the point was to have an impact
to make people say
“damn. what the fuck.”
or something like that.
it never happens that way.
this place is never
like the movie in my head.

oh fucking well.