I Know A Little Bit About Everything And A Whole Lot About Nothing
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3 weeks ago
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"Don’t bother pretending I seem fine
I like that I’m a mess
I can’t stand it much longer in my head
I think it’s time for bullets"
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3 weeks ago
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Source: mash-memoriesSuicide is Painless by Johnny Mandel
Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be,
The pains that are withheld for me,
I realize and I can see
That…
Suicide is painless,
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.
The game of life is hard to play,
I’m gonna lose it anyway,
The losing card I’ll someday lay;
So this is all I have to say:
Suicide is painless,
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.
The sword of time will pierce our skins,
It doesn’t hurt when it begins,
But as it works its way on in;
The pain grows stronger, watch it grin…
Suicide is painless,
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.
A brave man once requested me,
To answer questions that are key,
Is it to be or not to be?
And I replied, “Oh, why ask me?”;
Suicide is painless,
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.
And you can do the same thing if you please.
3 weeks ago
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I echo in half-sleep.
I formed a lake
From the fish bowl,
A beach out of salt.
I married silence,
Tuesday last week.
Beat her on the honeymoon,
Divorced by the lake.
I personify virtues
To have someone to meet;
Then they just leave.
I drink from two glasses
And pretend I’m the girl
But can’t get her drunk.
I’d talk to the mirror but
There’s nothing on my wall.
I crafted opinions
On the knots on the floor.
I sit in the corner
And beg by the door.
I stare at the clock face
And make Time my whore.
I echo in half-sleep.
I made a god
Out of paperbacks,
A flock from the rest.
I married madness,
Tuesday this week.
Beat me on the lakeshore,
Divorced by TV.
I severed my hair
To make into people;
But they just burnt.
I eat from two plates
And pretend I’m the girl
But she won’t eat.
I’d write a novel but
There’s nothing to say.
I offered dominion
To the cracks on the floor.
I cry in the corner
My back to the door.
I stare at the clock face
And make Time my whore.
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3 weeks ago
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"Look to the stars to medicate
Listen to hear the whole world sing"
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3 weeks ago
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