i'm bored.

there's a gap inbetween
over my dead body
i like to think in circles
and imagine new ways out
out out and about
out out and this way in
com'on in it's nice isnide
like the waves as they come on in
lacking the lustre of yesterdays limes
organic crisis
pesticides in the corn fields
what's real? what's fake?
the definition of real
fake doesn't exist
because it's not real
fake is the new real
scifi is our future, our present, our past
all the things we ever dreamed of have come to us
and come they will
another pointless post with random thoughts
that might become something better
but it is not

no no no no no
yes eys yes eyaha yeayyea yeaheyah

what?

i'm bored
i'm trying to make a song for you
but the song's not coming out right
maybe i should bullshit my way for you
and see if i hit the mark
i hit the mark and i missed the point