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Posted by kid_A on December 14, 2001, at 13:19:14
i went to the supermarket to find happiness, it wasn't there... i knelt in church for 45 minutes, still no happier, i was ill, i took pills, still nothing, i went to the shore to dig for sand fleas, and they burrrowed deep into the sand dumb and happy, looking for scraps of food, i looked at the sunset and didn't see a sun, it was an eye, it was a vision, it was a symbol, it was setting... i asked the ghosts "are you happy?" no reply, i called my mother, ouija, no answer no answer no answer, nothing and no movement, i called my doctor, he had medicine for my head, but he didn't know what happiness was, happiness was a paycheck, and a pat on the back, and the firm handshake, i went to bed to dream, and my ill pills lulled me into a dream, and in that dream i was happy, and i rejoiced, and i danced out of my skin like a snake, and all of me was disapeared from existance, and it was all the same, and there were no differences, and for a few seconds at least, i missed the tears.
Posted by JohnDoenut on December 14, 2001, at 14:47:17
In reply to the days run away like wild horses over the hills, posted by kid_A on December 14, 2001, at 13:19:14
Reminds me of TS Elliot, Prufrock.
>but he didn't know what happiness was, happiness was a paycheck, and a pat on the back, and the
>firm handshake,Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
http://falcon.nvg.org/pink/animals.htm>i went to bed to dream, and my ill pills lulled me into a dream, and in that dream i was happy, and i rejoiced, and i danced out of my skin like a snake, and all of me was disapeared from existance, and it was all the same, and there were no differences, and for a few seconds at
>least, i missed the tears.Have you ever had a dream, kid_A, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream, kid_A? How would you know the difterence between the dream world and the real world?
Posted by kid_A on December 14, 2001, at 14:56:57
In reply to Re: the days run away like wild horses over the hills, posted by JohnDoenut on December 14, 2001, at 14:47:17
> Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
> A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
> You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
> So that when they turn their backs on you,
> You'll get the chance to put the knife in.and after a while, you can work on points for style...
nice catch of the pink floyd reference. :)
my dreams are messed up morpheus, shoot me with a shot of your good drug, let me dream my own rebirth, that it should fall from the sky like runny gold.
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