Cimmerian

Astribautalis - Barrel Jumping (a man of letters)
Lyrics here: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858742722/

I like to pretend God is playing WoW with me sometimes..
I'd like to think that he is in my head, I can feel him there,
We play games back and forth, day and night, and it is..
Hard to explain.. it's hard on me in a sense because it is all very real..
Maybe I'm just crazy, I've been thinking that a lot here lately.
Truth be told I'm a bit scared of it to be true. Oh paranoia, you hollowing bitch.

My fingers hang over the keyboard like they know something, Pah!
Pithy treating scum suckers the lot of them. Often they become too pretentious for their own good and others' where they find that fine line and viciously overstep it.
And we just can't have that.
Nor can we have 13..
It is a rotten number, indeed.

It's mystery is exceeded only by it's power.
So says Zoltan.

So, that's what happens. I was wrong and you were right
I wish I could sing under lights, only so I could close my eyes tight tonight
 
Just give way to how deep you are into your playlist right now

Ahh, when you are alone but you long for someone else

Extreme middle of the road
Take your half out of the middle

The road matches the tan of my hand while
White and semi-yellow lines chalk the pavement
Seeing and passing pastures on
Always come some other replacement

I ask, "Why do you do the things you do?"
And I answer the rhetorical question
Starring point blank into my reflected eyes
Is where I realize that this is as close as I'm going to get
To being able to see the real look in my eyes
I will never get to see my own eyes
And this bothers me

The most dazzling days end in a drizzle

"Is it taken?", is always the next question
A highlander brooding in desperation

"Auspiciousness .. tends to help."

Is this a Freudian slip?
"Whatcha doing?"
"Playing woe.".. meant to type wow.

"..tends to help." Was a phrase that I said today that I thought quite peculiar. Here recently, I have been generalizing and stereotyping various mannerisms and diction in people; I found at least in myself, I am more partial or prone to use those words that start with the same letter as my name. I'm guessing it's a subconscious pride in your own name that causes this.  There are many different words that can be used and interchanged with each other that have the same meaning.. duh. As I come back to this paragraph and completely forget the direction of my train of thought.

Trip-O

The hung, the bound, and the choked

I know.
Well I know now that you know, because I just told you.
But I knew all along..

My heart burned down, my house burnt up.

No sugar baby, no sugar.

I don't.. no actually.

Tisk, tisk.

Tire

Making conscientious efforts to wear the pair of shoes my dad bought me whenever I go over there to help show him that I love him. 

I pass songs that I know my friends won't like, and settle for something off.

He doesn't want a job, he just wants money.

And I try to explain these things, best about me
I do it in a way at least (that) I think is funny
But I tell no lies except,"I'll see you by."
Because by is forever and I just don't have the time

Because I'm always here in the morning, and there at night
Just trying to get by, so tongue-tied it holds(leaves) my light twisted
My sleep wishes it could dream but I won't give it, I won't let it

"Whatever"
The reason I hate you is this..
Talk to it like a person.

I love gooses, I love geeses
I love storks up in the sky
I love these sheepies, these passing cheapest
This never ending good bounding lullaby

I love witches, (and) their awful pitches
I love pumpkins that don't grow up quite right
I love these tickets, to the piping richest
Vocals singing wickedly up high

I love morning, oh glory morning!
I love lying awake in bed so timed
I love these switches, two-timing thickest
That has left you in a trance all night

I love after, told(tell) times smothered laughter
I love whispers and whistles that say it all
I love these dishes, grout, greased, and twisted
Leaving all sparkly clean except for the pile sprawl(ed)

I love simple, the thumbed in dimples
I love ladies lacking a played out routine
I love these disses, that made us miss us
Just somehow taken at the time so literally

I love vacation, across the nation
I love family that sits together around the fire
I love it since creation and through duration
But I can't take much more heat so I retire

12/21/11 - Rid all negative emotions. For a while now I've wanted to say this, I just never had the right words, never had the right brew of gumption, never had the want as much as this to follow through. "Now what to say?", I ask myself, every time, over and over as I am handed a blank sheet of paper. This is in fact the exact moment I get lost in the simple idea that I hold an endless supply of potential imagination at my fingertips; I could think of anything and jot it down. I could write the next big book, I could write a piece that would make you cry.. or I could write a piece of shit. I could, I could. But will I? That is the pressing point, this is the sole question that drives my confidence. And this is where I often let myself down. As a writer my prompt comes from my mind, no one else. So it is up to me to create the dialogue. 

Voice of the deeps.. (dps)

Oh there's a lovely crit.
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Calling this post done. Hope you liked it.