white_noise Dymphnas Saint the will inside the body breaks upon the sight of grids and structure the buildings rising from the street, beautiful architechture i walk around the streets at night, trying to make connections ending up alone and whining, i am pining for my lost affections i never know what to expect from the subway in the early morning but i dont want to fight i know i never know just exactly what the fuck to say but i still want to write and i know that when i go i dont want to see the red come, i want to see the light and i know i know the day is coming and its gonna happen but i sure dont want to die. i wonder, late, in twisted sheets, the questions of our time philosophically, we wax and moan, we're sure there's meaning we can find fuckin positive there's a big reason for us to live, but nothin's come to mind i swear to god, the fuck he is, we're animals no doubt: fuck, give birth and die. never know what to expect from the subway in the early morning but i dont want to fight. i know i never know just exactly what the fuck to say but i still want to write and i know that when i go i dont want to see the red come, i want to see the light and i know i know the day is coming and its gonna happen but i sure dont want to die. Every night I have these dreams about a girl I used to know. She's stuck freezing in the north, not missing me, and when I go, I'm too afraid to call her up and even if I could I don't have her number, I don't think she thinks I should. Solitary walks at fifty years I'm walking slow thinking back through the years Could we have maybe, really, truly, interacted? I think when you said no I seriously, over-reacted. But the truth I feel more deeply than my bones inside I know that you and I would have the greatest time I know that I would never do you any wrong But you won't know this. You won't know this for so long. these days, i'm waking in the morning i fall asleep at night i figure if i keep the routine straight i'll be all right so i find another little girl and when i do it i close my eyes and i picutre lots of trees, no leaves, and i keep it in my mind and when i come i get up quickly i'm out into the street walking out to the broad daylight i never, never get to sleep. these days, i'm waking in the morning i fall asleep at night i figure if i keep the routine straight i'll be all right so i let another moment pass me by Sit back, relax, watch these people stumble and die And the next time I get the chance to truly make connections I won't miss it, I will show you, Well this is my staunch, White-Noise confession. 060916 what's it to you? who go blather from