Submissions by foggy_notion (Moses Chang)

You tell me about hope
You tell me about the future
You tell me about delusion
You tell me about freedom
You tell me about the fog
You tell me about the truth.
But no.
Some of us have reasons to keep on living.
You, however, only have reasons to keep on urinating.
Keep on shitting the shite you shit.
Keep on exploiting the ignorarnt.
Keep on manipulating the pure.
No.
I screw up my face in vicious agony.
I scream in glorious pain.
I jump from the skyscraper into the abyss of human emotion.
I live.
I love.
I AM somebody....

But you wanted more than the truth
You wanted the blueprints to existence
You wanted to meet God's creator.
How foolish of you.
The truth is not there for the taking.
Bottles are there for the taking.
Crack pipes are there for the taking.
No one wants answers.
You only want music.
You only want what's pleasing to your ears.
You want sweet lies.
You want sweet nothings.
You want the glass guitar to be playing "Happy Birthday Mr President" at your funeral.
But Marilyn won't last either.
She's only human.
And so are you....

Nine minute chant about sin,
eight minute rant about guilt,
seven minute babble about love,
six minute tune about delusion.
The truth fucks you over,
Rest in peace, Comrade Dimitri-9,
Hackneyed happiness, thirsty warmth,
She gives me nostalgia, she gives me reminiscence,
She gives me warmth
Come on, pilgrim! You can do it!
No. No self control,
Motherfuckers in a dirt filled brain,
Filthy, filthy personalities,
People are people are fuckers
Trailer-trash is the word.
Caribou. Havana. Valhalla,
when will I repent. ...

Sounds on the stereo are water over rocks,
trampoline of cigarette buds,
white rum in a dirt-green mug,
theatrics playing through my head,
worthless cymbals clashing,
angst haunts me
Drawing graphs of drugs,
Damned, Goddamned drugs,
Infatuation melted away over the past few hours,
past 10 hours actually,
Thank holy Lord for Hand Supercleansing
Learn from Greg Feely
Ned Slade,
He doesn't exist.
Neither does Moses Chang
and Jakin,
Delusions of grandiosity float in smoke above my head,
Damned, Goddamned alcohol,
I love you