There are three words I’d like to say to you.
But there’s one other word that gets in the way.
Or rather, several single words that get in the way. And it’s funny because they’re probably harder to say, linguistically.
So today, on much of the off times at work, I’ve been thinking of rather interesting expressions.
Actually, I lied. I thought of it right now.
Think about it. “Half-assed”? Really? What difference would it make if you had both of your buttocks in the situation? What, would I play the piano better with both of my buns mashing against the keyboard than one?
I’m not even going to get into “I don’t give a shit”. Really, would you give someone your feces if you did care?
Sometimes I sit around just to drown myself in music,
pretending to be someone I’m not.
Sometimes I wonder if my life would have been better off that way.
Oh well.
There’s no point to mope around that point.
It’s just time to drown myself in music. Forget the voices you adore and the ones you abhor. Drown it in polyphony and endless bass.
Beating
away.
At this point, I don’t give a fuck what it is
what would you do with a doll
that god died away from?
what would you do with an old toy
that no longer holds faith in itself?
Voukah, its design and its writing, with the exception of quotations, belong to Franky Liu.