Sunday, September 26, 2010

vulgar generation.

how you just wish you could control me, while i dance around your subliminal slander.
you want to know my deepest and darkest fears? you want me to resist, ever so slightly.
and then fall into place.

i dont even know what to feel any more, but at least the uncertainty is MINE.
don't you just wish, with all your misdirected energy, that i would just melt into the mould you have set aside for me.
don't you just wish you were god.

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