Go through the days with a smile, with no care whatsoever, we'll rush later, runrunrunbyme. Time no essence la deyy. I'll come home, slit eyes drained, and crawl into the cardboard box i've made and decorated myself. Writings on the wall, remind me of the impending doom, i can hear your voice from a distance, telling me the plans, but i just can't make out what you're saying, paper muffled sentences, bounce off back to you, repelled energy, coming out a string of negatives in my lonesome mind but a soothing voice only soothes and causes no cure. comfort, rocking back and forth; its not the end.

ignorance is truly bliss;