kind words of the soldier to a buttercup dirty rascal.

i was just showing a boy a bit of something i came up with...a bit of song with a mellow sort of tune...badly sung as always...i can't believe i'm listening to you silly boy. wait. ok so i was showing this boy this bit os song i made for this bit of girl or something...it went like so...

Of heavy lids and highs


I have selfishly devised
That foolishly I’ll go
Picking at my scabs
Where no one is allowed
To help me when I feel
That no one is around

I saw something yellow rise
It shouldn’t but I know
This is my own design
Chewing on myself
Looking at this sign
Do I really need to know?

I saw pity in your eyes
It made me realize
That’s not what I want
Except that which I need
Could you repeat that line?
And ask me one more time?

I have selfishly devised
That foolishly I’ll go
Picking at my scabs
Where no one is allowed
To help me when I feel
That no one is around

that's it...not very one thing nor the other but very nice i thought...i thought i thought i thoufht...when so...so that i can feel the rain etc. so anyway...he heard the tune and read the lyrics...and tried to ignore the singing...and then he says to me, "i need a favour..."
so i said politely because i meant well or did not...how do these cuts come from so i said to him, "i'm a bit mutant...so be careful what you wish for..."
and he says to me, "yeah i think it's better this way...write a song about me."
at first i was surprised...nobody ever asks you to do stuff like that...imagine if goldberry came to the old tree and asked him to fall in love with him and what-not...it would not make sense...but it's doable.
so i said i thought it was an interesting idea...
"yea sing it and everything with pana's solo's and all."
it seems sort of ridiculous...how does somebody write a song about a boy who doesn't really...er...fascinate..strike my fancy that way...as such...so i thought it was sort of a challenge...a song about a boy named carnival. that should be funny if i could pull it off...
i expected better of you seamonkey...this is shameful.
for the past couple of days i've not been having very happy existences...it's pushy tight uncomfortable hemmed in claustrophobically annoying...makes me short of breath.
excuse me please one more...could you make it strong cause i don't need to...something something.
i think it's coming down...said the lights as they grew brighter said the ears as the sounds became less meaningful said the mind when the mind realised that that's just what it is...a mass of goo and firing blips.
it's been interesting to say the least. i miss the chicken that i just ate...i never even got to know her...cut mouth stapler heaven weeheee type A positive. i once gve blood to i gave blood many times...now my blood is pointless. i hope somebody's got food to eat drink to drink...pineapple juice...apple juice...orange juice...mango juice...unless of course i was there...
still...head rush...of the absurd kind...deep sleep. dreams. nanana naaa naana naaana naa.
in the park in the middle of a hot.
i've got good music here...i mean it goes with this silly mood...i feel very relieved...very relieved..very relieved...very relieved...i guess there's no better way to express that thought...i'd say if i thought much about the matter, i'd say i feel very relieved.
why did you have to isten to the pheasants johnny boy? i just don't get it george you stupid...smart smart smart. much respect for the master of the dark arts...much respect for my senior in this game...kind words of the soldier in the mud in the arms of the dead in the smell of adrenalin in the river of butter and cream cookies where is the chocolate drawer? the red the green the flag of absentia...mental gauges are at an all time low...just leave my back bone alone phone sto...
i get paranoid a lot over stupid things now...a simple thig can freak me out...very skittish...or whatever the word is. tied to a mast just like the last.
i'm sorry i'm a bit lost right now. shutup fool king kong ain't got nothin' on me...I'M RICK JAMES BITCH!!!! ENJOY YOURSELF... hahahaha.

martin pale has died too...everybody is dead...we will be left alone now...happily.
ever after.
lived.