Friday, October 18, 2002

hold up a flag if you're still there. if you still care. give me a sign. because i've fought this war far too long. and these wet muddy trenches have gotten to me. the shellshock has already worn off. and i cant make it stop. so why do you come here? why do you sign on anonymously and leave without saying a word? stealth fighter. blonde bomber. am i that boring? am i that tedious? i guess i am. and thats why i spend hundreds of hours behind the wheel. staring at black tarmac and yellow lines. counting fence posts as they go by and my life gets shorter. so watch the sun go down on the horizon. it would be so much faster to fly. but theres no romance in that. so put the top down and roll down the windows. we're going to die someday so lets live. the stars will be the ceiling tonight. its just too bad. the thought of your face conjurs up bile in my belly. and i wish i could snuff you out. i wish i could make you disappear. a bullet in the back of my head would do the trick. or one in yours. lets not do that. i'll just keep thinking and you just keep drinking. eventually it will all make sense. eventually you'll see where you get. burn your bridges and cut your ties. i love the smell of sulfur. and i hear hades is nice this time of year. so cull the serpent and saddle up. we're off to bagdhad courtesy of satan himself. your forked tounge should blend in well. they'll think i'm fucking god.