Dearest Joy of life,"I'm not sure what LOVE is ...what I do know is the love of a mother and family. But from a total stranger no-neve
r, never had one. I think I came close once but I looked into her eyes and I know that it isn't there. so far all I know is that it's a word and that it exist. it's there" I met you and now I get an idea of it. I quite liked needing to, really. The autonomy and LOVE and freedom that I felt when my arms came to your level was (I assume) that of the not average, but best human being ever it was all beer and skittles, ya dig? While the world is shitting in there oatmeal, I was in heaven's above. In your eye level And there ain't no cling wrap to cover it. But what's not rubbish, is your existence is real. Its created to be loved, I assume, not for the pain of living. I feel this joy in sporadic spurts which are usually halted by the sudden realization of the shit being placed in this world. I never liked the world, really. Both in the metaphorical sense and the literal sense. Its an old man meal, ain't it? Oh man. But I learned of your existence and my mind now has a difference of opinion of this crazzzy woe of a world.
My existence with yours. We could do with a nice vacation. And someone to show me the
ropes (more like yes you!)...of life, not vacationing. But you know, it is what it is. I'm not thinking much of anything now that all that has been said. Does every one's thoughts have an Essex accent? Makes one wonder if people in Essex's thoughts are thrown at them in a Los Angeles threat. Think Parkway toll collectors. I think I should write a book (would you read it?). Would I be able to stay on topic long enough to draw in attention? Likely not. Does it frighten you to see that I think this way consecutively? Like, my brain has no segues. Just bam bam bam random. fucking. shit. Here ya go Jay, your brain has Tourette's! Not in the "Danielle has Tourette's' sense...more like...if my brain had a brain controlling my brain, the brain's brain would be giving my brain Tourette's. My mind has "diarrhea of the thought", much like my issue of diarrhea of the mouth. It just thinks as it thinks and tosses these thoughts at my conscience like there's no tomorrow. Maybe there isn't a tomorrow. Who are we to judge? I'd like to meet Saint Peter, sooner than later I hope. I have a lot of explaining to do.
r, never had one. I think I came close once but I looked into her eyes and I know that it isn't there. so far all I know is that it's a word and that it exist. it's there" I met you and now I get an idea of it. I quite liked needing to, really. The autonomy and LOVE and freedom that I felt when my arms came to your level was (I assume) that of the not average, but best human being ever it was all beer and skittles, ya dig? While the world is shitting in there oatmeal, I was in heaven's above. In your eye level And there ain't no cling wrap to cover it. But what's not rubbish, is your existence is real. Its created to be loved, I assume, not for the pain of living. I feel this joy in sporadic spurts which are usually halted by the sudden realization of the shit being placed in this world. I never liked the world, really. Both in the metaphorical sense and the literal sense. Its an old man meal, ain't it? Oh man. But I learned of your existence and my mind now has a difference of opinion of this crazzzy woe of a world.My existence with yours. We could do with a nice vacation. And someone to show me the
ropes (more like yes you!)...of life, not vacationing. But you know, it is what it is. I'm not thinking much of anything now that all that has been said. Does every one's thoughts have an Essex accent? Makes one wonder if people in Essex's thoughts are thrown at them in a Los Angeles threat. Think Parkway toll collectors. I think I should write a book (would you read it?). Would I be able to stay on topic long enough to draw in attention? Likely not. Does it frighten you to see that I think this way consecutively? Like, my brain has no segues. Just bam bam bam random. fucking. shit. Here ya go Jay, your brain has Tourette's! Not in the "Danielle has Tourette's' sense...more like...if my brain had a brain controlling my brain, the brain's brain would be giving my brain Tourette's. My mind has "diarrhea of the thought", much like my issue of diarrhea of the mouth. It just thinks as it thinks and tosses these thoughts at my conscience like there's no tomorrow. Maybe there isn't a tomorrow. Who are we to judge? I'd like to meet Saint Peter, sooner than later I hope. I have a lot of explaining to do. So Come, Armageddon! come! Armageddon! come! here and always, Jay
"SPEEDWAY"
And when you slam Down the hammer Can you see it in your heart ? All of the rumours Keeping me grounded I never said, I never said that they were Completely unfounded
So when you slam Down the hammer Can you see it in your heart ? Can you delve so low ? And when you're standing On my fingers Can you see it in your heart ? ... ah ...And when you try To break my spirit It wont work Because theres nothing left to break Anymore All of the rumours Keeping me grounded I never said, I never said that they were Completely unfounded
You wont sleep Until the earth that wants me Finally has me Oh you've done it now You wont rest Until the hearse that becomes me Finally takes me Oh you've done it now And you wont smile Until my loving mouth Is shut good and proper Forever
All of the rumours Keeping me grounded I never said, I never said that they were Completely unfounded And all those lies Written lies, twisted lies Well, they weren't lies They weren't lies They weren't lies
I never said I never said I could have mentioned your name I could have dragged you in Guilt by implication By association Ive always been true to you In my own strange way Ive always been true to you In my own sick way Ill always stay true to you..........
