Meaningless. All of it man. This clicking, your talking, my ranting. Let's make something out of these factories we call our bodies. Lets eat at that restaurant we peer in to every morning. Let's eat in ragged clothes with clanging utensils. We are done here, getting high and talking in circle jerk paradoxes. Speaking of reality and purpose, basement philosophy, and the women we want inside of. So what if we do know more, so what if we are the truth. What for it man? Without a background and a solid face there is no audience. But ... but if this speck of dust we call a planet really is a stage, lets climb up and perform.
Just what are you suggesting?
Life.
13 Oct 2008, 10:29 pm
