If we are two sides of the same coin, call it in the air. See who is still talking, give it a year. If the climax is only the beginning, where does it start? The judgment and the die have been cast. Better men than I have been consumed by the madness of duality. The world forgets to scare you, you forgot to fear it. Pull the trigger, visit the grave, getting lost in the stupid adjectives of decadent music.
Hearing Eminem's Superman in a strip club, the irony is underwhelming. Seeking clarity in neon lights, imagining bar fights, the smoky room sets the scene. Thinking about love as a body count for those who are willing to lay down. Importance placed on the exchange of lives and ideas, the blood and the bodies as markers of an event. All this and wanting to expire in a liquor store, could you really ask for more? Of course, the light being preferable to the dark, but the convenience coming fast, make those 15 minutes last. I would gladly settle for something to live for rather than something to die for. If all you can give is your body to an everlasting cause, well such is your chosen epitaph. Immortality is just an advertisement for the variable choice. I would rather the time go unmarked in mediocre enjoyment, rather than a solider for the inevitable.
And such is the mind set. I have been unable to articulate this swirl of things, like the tides of constant flux. Half remembered and exaggerated meaning, based on an okay idea. Trying to make that fortune cookie chorus a narrative, and so on and so forth.
The Norwegians used to have a concept called svoermere, which meant something sweetly futile or deliciously unprofitable. I think the emphasis determines the outcome.
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