the too good men

[Sepia]

We live off the heat coming from the dormant dead, strewn in the fields of where we live and walk and work and love. We are disease that will destroy something, ourselves but we will also drag more into the drain. The maelstrom sitting at the heart of our minds, showing us images of times that have passed, times that went us by while we were in bed,  masturbating and thinking about high school crushes. We are the hope of humanity but we have not realized it yet we feel   inklings at times, small flashes of premonition and revered destruction, we see beyond the veil of everyday communcations and we see what matter inside the soul

Yet we know no words for it, we know no definitions that will fit our bills and we've been dreaming for so long we no longer differ between our waking hours or our sleeping hours. We have heard the saviour, we have heard the buddha and we have heard the mad man in the streets, filled with heroine and smashed aspirin, veins clogged with crystallized dreams of inner beauty and stupidity. We have walked too far away, we've entered the forest and when we scream our questions at the top of our lungs the answers fill us but we know them and we know of the prophecy of that man in the streets, he is screaming what we all know to be the truth

Filled with dreams we are, aimlessly wandering and seeing what can be seen on our students budget, learning that nothing of what they told us is important, only to them and their facade and how we will learn our own pieces of importance and we will protect our charade and include more and more into it untill we are no longer outcasts, no longer are we twitching dreams conjured by eating one too many turkish delights and sleeping next to the white witch

We have seen the portents and the signs, we know we were once harbingers of a new age but we didn't watch our backs, we didn't see far enough beyond and got stuck smoking grass and drinking booze for far too long and our souls are weeping but we can control our minds now, we can know what we want to know in the slumbers of our hells where we ride bareback through the mountains as we marvel

We wore our hearts on the sleeves and we knew that we would have a great impact upon the world but the world is ending we think, we've seen what you have to offer us but we gently told you no for in the heart of the empire that never died, seven children sleep
They have seen cruelty and they have seen pain where they harvest it through the dreaming planet and savour it like decent eiswein, knowing that this taste will end and so did our taste for the world end, at the bottom of the bottle and this beautiful blonde on the other side of the couch


We heard the whispers so many times that we forgot to pay attention, trying to stomach the ritalin that made us comprehend for more than a few seconds but we didn't really care anymore for we heard it so many times and after the comedian tells his joke

none are laughing

[Pope Lecherous]

your shit really is on another level.  i appreciate you.  How else can one comment?

[Sepia]

Well, thank you. Thank you very much. You can also comment on what type of turkish delight is your favourite.

Mine is pistachio without confectioners sugar.