Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I don’t talk. I can’t talk. When I speak up, listen. I don’t really say anything. I can’t talk about myself.

I will talk about what others feel. I will talk about the world. It’s a fcukin world. Let’s all fcuk up. It doesn’t matter. We will eventually be forgotten. Even this won’t be remembered. It’s not important. We’re not important.

Tell me what happened. I’ll tell you it didn’t. But in the sh!t of creation, my words won’t matter. Friends will notice but the world wouldn’t. It’s impervious to our little schemes. Who am I anyway? And who are you? I will shut my mouth on this. When I talk it might mean something to people. It won’t mean anything to me.

Don’t ask me to speak up. You can listen but you won’t have to. I will say many things about them, about this, about trash, about lies – but don’t ask questions.

About myself.

I don’t know who I am.

We’re better off not knowing.
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Originally written on Tuesday, 12 August 2008 | midnight/drunken sentiments

6 comments:

wanderingcommuter said...

now i am also getting confuse...

wanderingcommuter said...
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xxxborgexxx said...

Is that bad?

wanderingcommuter said...

nop, it just basically gave me, a deep realization about things... nice post

xxxborgexxx said...

Thanks.

PROSETITUTE said...

i hope i could rant like this and write in english when im drunk. lol.