Jackyl Piss (jacks_coldsweat) wrote,
Jackyl Piss
jacks_coldsweat

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Grass is the carpet of nature...
i never take my socks off... but i can remember one day,
i only had to go outside for an instant to get something out of the car...
i was barefoot i don't really remember why... but i was, which is odd because i never take off my socks... it felt nice and made me realize the importance of grass.

I don't really know the value of anything in this world.
I don't really even know what i want from life, and i don't know what creates passion or what creates idea's or opinion, what things in life cause change... and why i am always changing my idea's...
I don't recognize that anyone else is alive..
i feel like it's just me..
everyone else is a cardboard cut out strategically placed in a labrynth that is life... and when you make it to the end there's a whole you fall into that represents never ending sleep.
Welcome home, welcome home, welcome home, welcome home...
we all try to be poetic about emotion
we all try to be sensitive to our own needs..
we all fake something, we all have secrets, but do we?
i feel like i dont really have any secrets, i feel im just to forgetful to recognize any mistakes i might have made...
why do things of the past even matter at all...
everything seems to just erase itself...
everything from yesterday and beyond... seems like odd actualities,
eh, blah blah blah...

sing,dance,be loved, sing,dance,be loved.

I'm the kind of guy...
who will allow you to attempt to understand me...
but please don't expect me to want to understand, or know who you are...
my ears are numb, let's go lay down... and please let me do the talking.
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