Windswept Life

Am I a cloud in the Sky?
Blown by the wind.
Up so high...
Maybe it's why I like the rain so much.
It brings me back down to earth.

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Damn...I know the world is unfair, but why does it have to be so extreme?

I try my best, i have a positive mind set, but all in all, it it just a self-destructive path?

Fuck originality, everywhere. Let the world rot or something, I care not. At least not anymore. Go ahead, fail. Whatever. I don't feel like feeling anymore, is there an on/off switch? If there's really a god, which I seriously doubt, he's one fucked up son of a bitch.

Listen to some Eason, he's awesome. If there's one singer that I wouldn't mind idolizing, Eason would be it, since he's not flashy, glamourous, or controversial. He's raw talent, just not Josh Groban-eww-ness.

GonE

And the wind brought Clive @ 4:43 PM

Monday, September 19, 2005