|It's been a long god damn while ...
||[Aug. 13th, 2005|09:33 am]
|||||"Time to move on but not in a NIN way" by "The Movers and Shakers"||]|
Trent here, bitching like preusuals dawg. Jowell and Thomas are dead I'm afraid. Had to whoop them up on the ol' one two one two. You know what I mean, had to clean their pipes. Had to ruffle their whistles. Had to wet their feathers and all that jazzy shnazzy nazi bullscrap. Note to the ho's at home; that is bull scrap, not bulls crap and I will kill anyone who says otherwise, like seriously. Strangest thing happened the other day. I had a dream that I was talking to an old friend but the insane imagery suggested that he was being transformed into this two headed hammy ham beast.
For one who used to speak highly of loyalties and values, he certainly shed his skin when the time was right, forsaking all (yes all) those around him, claiming to be selfless in the process when the whole drive behind said action was selfish pride, an ego rising from the ashes the moment it got stroked enough to his liking.
For one who spoke against judgement, he was quick to throw it back in people's faces when forced to reconcile with the fact that his transformation was wholly unfounded, as baseless as the entity he chose to merge with, hounded by it's coalescent nature.
For one who spoke of objectivity and represented an air of intellect, he now makes arguments based on limited views of his own experiences, unwilling to accept that their joint knowledge may be nothing in what is even a relative notion of whole.
I guess we're all desperate seekers so if you found something that makes you that happy, even at said costs, I can't say I'm unhappy for you. Delusions aside however, the bridge was burnt from your side. Good luck finding what you seek because everyone but you knows you haven't found it yet.