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That's it, let it all out. Let the waterworks flow, get it out of your system. Are you finished? Now we can begin. If I divide by zero does the universe implode? If I drain these walls of years of insane banter what then will make me worse? Is there a whole totality to all of this? Humanity, in its quest to reach its peak, has created several ways to destroy itself and oftentimes congratulates itself for it. First we destroy our houses, then our schools, our jobs and when we have destroyed everything in our path, we destroy our spirits. We destroy each other in so many ways, some like a saccharine tasting wine while some, a brutal yet intense connection. And of course being the theatrical beings that we are, let everything build up while our eyes are closed. We let ourselves get comfortable in our own skin first. And once everything has settled and the guarding eye becomes complacent, we destroy ourselves with one fell swoop. We cut off each others wings and laugh at each others bloody backs, all of us smiling as we do. We spray each others eyes with acid and push ourselves into brick walls. We smash our own faces, whether we do it ourselves or with a little help from others. We destroy that we detest, and become monsters ourselves in the process. Look. An airplane you're flying on's right engine has burst into flames. a quick gust of wind slaps your face, and all you see are bits and pieces of what used to be the airplane's interior flying in front of you. People are being sucked into what seems like a hole in the wall. You see the expressions on their faces and hear their screams as they soar through the air. You notice a relative hanging onto your seat, with his or her weight slowly pulling your seat into the rip in the airplane. All this in under five seconds. What do you do?

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

An ode to what switches on during a fight...

"Switch (Bad Intentions)"

Vicious
Like a disease you just can't cure
I'm on you like a virus
Destroying all the things you hold pure
I can take it out on your body or in your fucking head
One thing's for sure
I won't stop until I see you dead

A promise
One that I will keep from being broken
I will not stop
Until I see you down and defeated
So come up to me if you think you have the guts
Let's see how tough you say you are
No excuses, no ifs and no buts
When I'm through with you
You'll look like you were ran over by a car

Your punches mean shit
It'll take more than that to hurt me
That gun isn't even loaded
Make sure you cock it, make sure you fucking kill me
Or I'll be back with a full-scale attack
You won't even see me coming...
Posted by do the impossible at 11:33 AM
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