im so tired of it, im tired of being so insecure. That really cant be an attractive quality, but my fear about the effects of my insecurities is even worse. Grow a backbone for once kid! You sure can talk a big game, but fools have an endless stream of words rushing out of their mouths. Is wisdom, dripped, dribbled or gushed? People talk about truth so much, like it is some sort of candy. It isnt something easy to find, you may have found a reality, but reality isnt truth, reality is a sham, the biggest phony ever faked in the sheets of life, in the bedroom of ha ha's. Gosh its sad,im only sure when their unsure. Maybe it is all a power trip for me.
I love this song, Mary(alternate version) by Yellow ostrich, and Stuck on the Puzzle by Alex turner. Each of these songs lend me some peace of mind. True or not, they do. I always say to myself,"Boy, your non commited self will be fine when you hit fourty or fifty, you'll have it figured out and be so God Damned Wise. No need to worry about how to get there, you just will. Stop worrying about being wise now, you cant be wise in Old Age if your Wise in your youthful years, There's only such much smart a man can handle, you get m' meaning?" BUT WHO KNOWS MAN WHO HAS IT ALL FIGURED OUT.
i wonder where who lives, and where the heck has he been hiding, under what Alias does he write his songs and books?
How does the wind blow, how is it heavy? There really isnt much weight there, is there?
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