Times Have ChangedMeet me down the riverBy the building with theRoof that's rusted in,And we'll beginBy making melodies on key.Maybe reaching somewhereWith the visions of aTritanopic mind,Still left behind;The neon white, the neon me.Thinking, I rememberWhat it was like in September,Bleeding embers,Never wakingTo the sounds of silver grey.No one understands it,But I have to say itAnyway, I knowThat it shall grow...This blasphemy of mortal decay.
Stream-of-Consciousness No. 34I miss the freedomOf choosing who to dream of.Ethically I have one option--I love him like the darkness,And need him like the light--But my subconscious has other ideas....Was it merely by suggestionOf the ones who didn't know?Yes, I tried!Please believe me, I tried!But the others didn't listen!They said, 'That guy?Sure. Whatever.We know what you really think.'But it isn't what I think.That isn't what I think at all.
Stream-of-Consciousness No. 30I have 3 different songs stuck in my head.Who will ever read this?I will,Several timesUntil IStop thinkingAboutAnnoying songsStuck in my head.
Stream-of-Consciousness No. 29Enter in the darkness hereUntil the light is gone.You fool,You wasted timeAnd spent it all on just oneOther foolish ignoramusSo I now declareYour life is gone.Enjoy each other while you can,For space shall soon set in.And the end of time begin,And the end of time begin.
Stream-of-Consciousness No. 28Sean Hannity is repetitive.Yet I still dubbed my best friend as his illegitimate child.His and Shania Twain's.Yet, when askingAnother friend who my 'celebrity parents' are,I got a Playboy bunnyAnd a Lebanese metal singer.O! If only dear MilesKnew who hers were,She may have chosen more wisely!I hope she likes Michael Jackson,Elton John,And artificial parentage!
Stream-of-Consciousness No. 27I have nothing to say.
Stream-of-Consciousness No. 23It's amazingHow I've fooled myself.Too little is now known,And now it is too lateTo tell you the truth,So I won't.I'll let it be.And suffer the consequencesOf being a total sucker.