Scrawl on the Wall 041

Nightmares of a future time. The slowly moving ghosts of doubt approach you and take your soul. I can't remember the past, it's all fractured, and broken, and I think that I will one day be made to account for how I lost my pet dog, Jimbo.

Dreams of electric suicide. There's a speed limit to life and I just don't want to obey it. Want to break free, beyond time, space, and color. Just want to rev this bitch up and enjoy each second until I crash into a solid brick wall at the speed of light.

Don't you think things should be so easy? Don't you think things should be so nice? Don't you think when you've done it once, that you wished you did it twice?

There's no barrier that I can be bothered to give a fuck about. People trying to make me draw these vivid emotions while staying within thick black lines.

I just can't relate to symmetry. I just can't seem to give a damn about what's right.

I never got to decide how this world was configured. I wish i could just hack reality.

I'd make up down, and down sideways. I'd kiss all the girls and boys and then be escorted to my tropical prison island.

Lock me up and throw away the key, so I can get drunk, drink coconut milk, and make love to passing strangers.

I don't care about what's wrong and what's right.

I don't even know if what I want is what I need.

I don't give a shit about any of this.

I just want to laugh, and dance, and be free.