The day I hear Will i Am cover a coldplay song, well.. that's the day a pun the barrel of a gun inside my mouth and pull the trigger, feeling the bullet - oh yeah, I won't have much time to feel anything because my brains would already be splattered all over the floor. I wonder how that would feel. I wonder if consciousness, even for just a millisecond, could survive in pieces, as if my mind was a mirror shattered into a million pieces, and little broken reflections of me are scattered all over the ground..
The best song ever:
Yellow lyrics
Your skin, your skin
Look at the stars, look how they shine for you
And all the things you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
I came along, I wrote a song for you
And everything you do
And it was called yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh, what a thing to 've done
And it was all yellow
And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
Don't you know?
You know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across, I jumped across for you
Oh, what a thing to do
'Coz you were all yellow
I drew a line, I drew a line for you
Oh, what a thing to do, my love
And it was all yellow
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
Do you know?
For you I bleed myself dry
For you I bleed myself dry
It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do
Sooo, that's it for now you guys. Don't slit your writs while listening to yellow. Instead, listen to this gloriously spiritual song by Will I am. Just to cheer you up. It's called a new day.
I'm reading a christian magazine and I hope that new day song by will i am did the trick.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
And I want you to know
Look at the stars. Aren't they grand? But you see, every star has it's dirty lining (wait was that right? anyway).
Hollywood celebrities are the best topic of conversation everywhere you go even when you read a christian magazine. Their lives are so full of juicy tidbits. For the life of me, I really don't know why this is the case. Some of them lead ordinary lives. A lot of them lead exuberant, dirty sexy lives. Most of them are rich, loaded, that's really a big part of their appeal. They've got so much money. Their lives are the glamorous lives that we all want. Real life is in the silver screen. They're the one's living the real life, not us, not here in this broken and battered existence of desire, disappointment, and despair in that order and repeated immutably for every one of us.
Well, lets spit on the stars. Let's take all the lurid details and love it, lapping it down our throats. Let's dance and sing in the graves we dig for them. Yes, we will bury them, but we will not honor their funeral. They will be our main course. Let them nourish the hole that cannot be satiated, but can be filled to the point of regurgitation. We can be sick and full but we cannot be satiated. We can be sick and full but we cannot be satiated. We can be so sick so full of it but we cannot be satiated. Not by it, not by anything else. Anything else, everything else, is a lie.
Hollywood celebrities are the best topic of conversation everywhere you go even when you read a christian magazine. Their lives are so full of juicy tidbits. For the life of me, I really don't know why this is the case. Some of them lead ordinary lives. A lot of them lead exuberant, dirty sexy lives. Most of them are rich, loaded, that's really a big part of their appeal. They've got so much money. Their lives are the glamorous lives that we all want. Real life is in the silver screen. They're the one's living the real life, not us, not here in this broken and battered existence of desire, disappointment, and despair in that order and repeated immutably for every one of us.
Well, lets spit on the stars. Let's take all the lurid details and love it, lapping it down our throats. Let's dance and sing in the graves we dig for them. Yes, we will bury them, but we will not honor their funeral. They will be our main course. Let them nourish the hole that cannot be satiated, but can be filled to the point of regurgitation. We can be sick and full but we cannot be satiated. We can be sick and full but we cannot be satiated. We can be so sick so full of it but we cannot be satiated. Not by it, not by anything else. Anything else, everything else, is a lie.
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