Your life is simply a series of lines or lies you first decide you like then memorize then recite and repeat with conviction until you believe them.
Then you die.
And, even though a few people will passionately, sincerely cry at your funeral their tears will all eventually dry.
A series of sneaks. A series of strings that are seemingly unrelated but ultimately, devastatingly connected and correlated.
A random sequence of events is never a random sequence of events. There are no accidents. All accidents are planned occurrences. Every act is planned in the ever-burgeoning (almost bursting at the seams it seems) fully conscious subconscious. No such thing as irrelevance. No such thing as crime.
Your life's a nursery rhyme.
The sheep we've been counting are tired of waiting for our bodies to fall asleep- they are counting on us to fall asleep.
Me on my knees.
Leaky faucets. Squeaky corsets. Inflatable feelings. Me on my knees.
Lost keys, eventually redeemed- after the locks to the chains have already been changed. We forfeit seconds before the other team were going to quit.
Nobody ever wins. Nonetheless, people lose every second.
Don't worry, it's a lie: you are always on time, you couldn't be late or tardy if you tried. Then you die.
I am a validated invalid.
How could any person refuse to believe in contradictions? Contradictions are the only things that truly exist. There is no such thing as existence.
Then you die.
And, even though a few people will passionately, sincerely cry at your funeral their tears will all eventually dry.
A series of sneaks. A series of strings that are seemingly unrelated but ultimately, devastatingly connected and correlated.
A random sequence of events is never a random sequence of events. There are no accidents. All accidents are planned occurrences. Every act is planned in the ever-burgeoning (almost bursting at the seams it seems) fully conscious subconscious. No such thing as irrelevance. No such thing as crime.
Your life's a nursery rhyme.
The sheep we've been counting are tired of waiting for our bodies to fall asleep- they are counting on us to fall asleep.
Me on my knees.
Leaky faucets. Squeaky corsets. Inflatable feelings. Me on my knees.
Lost keys, eventually redeemed- after the locks to the chains have already been changed. We forfeit seconds before the other team were going to quit.
Nobody ever wins. Nonetheless, people lose every second.
Don't worry, it's a lie: you are always on time, you couldn't be late or tardy if you tried. Then you die.
I am a validated invalid.
How could any person refuse to believe in contradictions? Contradictions are the only things that truly exist. There is no such thing as existence.
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