Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Leave, but don't leave me.

Everyone's so on the sniff for honesty that they forget to look for the truth. Honesty is an echo, reflecting, reverberating...honesty is just more fucking people telling everyone, everything, all the time, about themselves. Honesty is just as big a fucking lie as everything else. Like therapy, the modern confessional. You can act how EVER you want, you can fail in new and spectacular ways, you can fuck every one you meet over and out, and you can sit in an air-conditioned room and be told that you're INTERESTING. That you're making PROGRESS. And if you're stupid, you can believe what you're being told by someone who studied your behaviour in a book, and if you're smart you can just put that one hour a week away, somewhere safe, and anytime you look at yourself in the mirror, and catch your own eye, you can just think - I'll leave those thoughts for therapy.


Tell me
the truth.
My truth,
your truth,
or The Truth?
What will it be,
and will you see it
as I do?

The truth is,
you're only afraid
of death if there's
a chance you won't die.

Accept Death, embrace it,
let go of fear,
love, passion, regret
and you'll see it,
the Truth.
As glorious as the brightest star.

You can have the red pill
or the fucking blue pill.
Me? I'll eat
the Salmon Mousse.


Run, rabbit, run
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Dont sit down, its time to dig another one
For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race toward an early grave.

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