art_imitates_life ouch I remember it it happened in a rainstorm sitting in the long grass in summer keeping warm I remember it every restless night we were so young then we thought that everything we could possibly do was right every move stolen from our very eyes I wonder where you went to and tell me when did the light die? you will rise you'll return phoenix from the flame and we will learn and we will rise you'll return being what you are there is no other Troy for you to burn and I never meant to hurt you I swear I didn't mean those things I said I never meant to do that to you next time I'll keep my hands to myself instead oh, and I should love you what do you want to do? does she need you like I do? do you love her? is she good for you? does she hold you like I do? do you want me? should I leave? I know you're always telling me that you love me but just sometimes I wonder if I should believe oh, I love you God, I love you I'd kill a dragon for you and die but I will rise and I will return the phoenix from the flame I have learned I will rise and you'll see me return being what I am there is no other Troy for me to burn and you should have left the light on you should have left the light on then I wouldn't have tried you'd never have known and I wouldn't have pulled you tighter no, I wouldn't have pulled you close I wouldn't have screamed now I can't let you go if the door wasn't closed no, I wouldn't have pulled you to me no, wouldn't have kissed your face you wouldn't have begged me to hold you if we hadn't been there in the first place but I know you wanted me to be there every look that you threw told me so but you should have left the light on you should have left the light on wouldn't have made it burn away but you're still spitting fire make no difference what you say you're still a liar you're still a liar you're still a liar -Troy, Sinead O'Connor 020325 ... my name it means nothing I read something where Plato said something about poets trying to imitate life with art...how it was not virtuous and would lead to ruin because it was too distant from the reality of "simple forms". Something bullshit like that in philosophy (fuck academia). I said then "how true" and now it all comes together even more. drugs get you away from it all (not_me), and alcohol does, and poetry does, and music does and an addiction to any of those means replacing life with an imitation of life. I don't live his music, I live through his music. Meanwhile, my life is ticking by without any of "me" in it. art_addition music addiction escape_life If anyone knows where Plato mentioned something like that...I'd like to be re-enlightened. (but still, fuck enlightenment) 090822 ... my name it means nothing * art_addiction fuck 090822 ... unhinged art_is_suffering 090822 ... unhinged the_art_of_suffering ? 090825 ... Strideo oh yeah! art_imitates your_mom! ... 090826 ... quotree life feeds on life feeds on life this is neccesary -tool 090827 what's it to you? who go blather from