Let's bring out the violins.
Mix it with the beat of Life which doesn't seem to hold any meaning lately. Time. Overrated. So we can't stop the earth from turning. The seconds continue ticking. Pardon the pun... but at the same time..we can't make it move any faster. Tomorrow comes when it's due. Everybody lives, everybody dies. Certainty if lack of control. So why bother to wonder on things you cannot influence. Why not just let things flow. It is easier this way. So what if we can't affect TIME?
Perhaps it is non sequitur to my normal stance but I don't know how to deal in moderate terms. It's one or another but I don't take offence. Jack tells me it's better but then again what does he know? I can't take anymore of his garbage.. Seamus is now my best friend.
You know I had to do it. It's due time for me to lose it. And I did. I don't remember it but perhaps its better this way. I was in good hands. Madame Butterfly just smiled and kept me company. Is it over you ask? I don't know. You need to reach rock bottom they say. But it gets harder and harder to break my limit. Substance resistance is a drag.
Just keep the bass pumping. You shouldn't try to write when you're in a state. But my ears are ringing and I just need dance to keep me levelled. Balanced even. My life is like a revolving door ... all that spinning gives me a headache. Coming and going. To and fro-ing. Just stay or get the hell out. Either way just shut the door.
Can't wait for Fool's Day.
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