05.07.09

We think foolish things, for we are known enimies to ourselves...

Nothing's clean. Walking the streets in a dress, lacking under-garments, won't welcome the "Movie & Dinner" types. Stained wife-beaters, ripped jeans, off-brand shoes, and sweat pour. This is a cleaner representation, then the scum beneath. I can feel the dirt stick to my skin, while quickening my pace to out-run its smell. Hell rests in the shadows of cities.

Time doesn't stop. That is a fact not to be changed. But, in the mind, time [in a better word, moments] can be frozen, erased, rewond, sped up, or changed. 'T's why everybody's got their own version to a simple event. Better not to ask, in my opinion. All questions lead to more bullshit, and more bullshit, well that just leaves you more fucked, now doesn't it?

Keep your mouth shut, and your eyes wide; Let the picture take you over, let the show of life begin. Now, if you're watching, you can see the characters more defined. Even, down to their feet, an act. So..? Find the theatre, enjoy the show, for you don't have to go to the Opera, to see a dramatic display. It's the world that plays the song singing in your ears, therefore it's the world that you should be paying attention to... And, listen closely.... Or, you just might miss them when they play the finale...