rampage

omfg this is the coolest shit. no. the lives we are living are nothing but cables connected to a great work of art. lies and deceit the whole. you wish that time would forsake you so that you'd have a story to relate to everyone you've ever known, but time never forgets and the path you've chosen is riddled with the discarded hopes of those that have taken your path before. because your path is not special, it is merely an anecdote describing your eventual destruction. merry we three join the great hope as it stretches from ocean to ocean to land and to ocean. false prophets, the lot of them. but even in the lies that spill from the mouths of fools, we can find vindication if that is indeed what we're seeking. release from all that plagues you can be yours if you'd pick up the pace and stop laughing at the seriousness of the whole affair. the dusty road isn't new, its been there for all eternity waiting for the feet that you have, the feet that even your friends, family and other contemporaries have. they told us we were special and then showed to us the well worn divoted road on which we were supposed to carry their proffered burden. god damn i'm sick of emotion, and god help us all if its sick of me.