Monday, February 14, 2005

Void of emotion is death if you think about it
Or so say the tortured

And they say you can feel a hollowness inside your arms
An empty dead weight
The manifestation of emptiness in the flesh
Accompanied by a small sharp pain in the lower back
And heaviness in your face
With the weight of seven layers of iron on your chest

Torture of a few provides freedom for the masses
For those in the habit of comparisons

Sometimes you say anything to anybody
But sometimes you don't say anything to anybody
You never know with these types if they are being honest or secretive

Do you think you are crazy?
I bet crazy people don't either.

The tortured probably need some help
But I don't know what kind.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Good concert tonight.
Good after concert conversation.
Good pizza I just enhaled.
Good people make this a good life.
Good night.