Tuesday, 28 February 2012
a smattering of honest feelings
most people are dead, lifeless, disingenuous freaks, devoid of all truth, totally faceless faces. their stares bounce of your chest like empty peanut shells and you flow to converge with your river of friends. friends that are real-talkers of unique character: embracers, dancers, effervescent romancers. they love you with violence, they share themselves in silent corners. they are a deluge of true feelings and the problems with cliche's. they hug your spirit, even though everything is dead, empty and vapid. we commiserate, my true friends and I.