poetry and lies
how do you people do it? are you really writing what’s on your mind? or are you writing to support an image you want associated with you? this blogging shit is fucked. not to sound dramatic, but this is baring your soul on the screen. EVERYONE CAN SEE! how do you do it? maybe i’m fucked. of course i am. but, we all are- right? maybe i’m proud of it. *shrug*.
this is why i thought that blogging was a bad idea for me. i won’t stop though, it helps to get me through the day. i think that’s why we all do it. but it’s difficult to beat around the bush. i’ve been ‘baring my soul on the screen’ for years. i had to stop. it was too much. all these ideas, large and small, i had to get out. but only in whispers. sometimes i had to scream. but you don’t want to hear that. not only does it hurt the ears, but i like to think that you think i’m a pretty decent dude. neither here, nor there, but somewhere fun.
i had the time of my life paralleling eating nanaimo bars and yamming snatch. exagerrating, of course, but i wasn’t lying. does that make me a pervert? or rude and indecent? i can’t tell. these are just my thoughts man. after i wrote that, i’d be working or lazing around the house thinking "oh god, they think i’m weird. or i’m in the closet. or just looking for attention. i sound desperate. like a cry for help: ‘please, i’m lonely, let me eat your pussy.’" *shaking head*. no, i know.
maybe if i blew it out of porportion. if i said i liked to spit in chick’s assholes and slam them till they cry; you’d believe me wouldn’t you?
maybe if i just wrote puff pieces. talk about the beautiful sunrise over the mountains. or how the pretty girls in toronto dressed in the fall. or how drugs are bad. you wouldn’t read that bullshit would you?
i’m through with you. leave.
-mlv
December 8th, 2005 at 6:04 am
I’d read anything you had to write.
But believe it? That’s a different story.
I know you know I know you better than that
December 8th, 2005 at 7:37 pm
i lie all the time. i think. no, i’m getting better. that could’ve been a lie, i can’t tell.
shit, i’m not sure if it is possible to not know that you are lying… unless you are as good as me at lying. because HOLY FUCK i’m good at lying.