I Represent The Road Back To Earnest

and castles crash. crash into castles. castles crash sometimes. and technicalities should be the covering for the base. but world is a world with lost base because technicalities are the ones for show. and i wouldn't be alive were it not for the burning, and they do not play music were it not for the burning. but the sonnet and cento and reverb and fret and umlaut are empty. burn, burn, she said burn and I burn, burned bright in a world that grabs for the emptiness because fires go out once the breath is gone. but emptiness is present long after din-death comes. and i want to find the ones that burn. many know how to sell the soul. many are here because they sold their souls. but i'm not here to buy anything, i am here to see everything. sell show sell show. don't fucking sell. castles crash and I have my hammer. but i am only waiting for the folks that burn.

people don't listen to ayn because she's an objectivist, they don't listen to regina because she's popular, they don't listen to jonathan because he's dated. i feel like i'm going to school with pitchfork and the fucking new york times. judgemental fucks who won't even pause for one second and stop selling their image. on so many levels. if you know exactly who you are then why the fuck did you come to college. join the fucking army and die. that's the easiest way to say it. and the ones who think their exempt from this criticism are exactly the ones i'm criticising.

i am tired of living on your fucking terms. i am only here to burn. even if it means i won't live forever. i guess i am just the type to let things pass. and it works for me until these few moments when everything from the past six months starts to hang overhead and i can't stand being silent anymore even though i can't stand arguing with people that think they know because they know technicalities and that is almost EVERYONE!

get the fuck away from me, it's 6am. and i need to find someone who will discuss the tragic demise of eustacia vye with me. i need read words words words outside of class. i need to talk with the raw ones.

to gwen: but it's so different when you're in bed with someone, wrapped around each other, and you can feel how human the person next to you is and everything flows ... no barriers.