"i sit and stare at these four walls"
bullshit.
who could really do that?
just write poetry about their walls?
about their "cage" or "prison"?
i could.
though i may not seem the type
i am
i sit alone in the darkness
and wonder why I'm here
bullshit.
you don't really believe me
do you?
I'm a liar
i never tell the truth
ever.
of course, if I'm telling the truth by saying that
than I'm lying.
and if I'm lying to you by saying that
than I'm still lying.
so which is it?
am i an honest liar?
or a lying truthful person?
do you really know?
do i really know?
does it really matter?
or am i still the same person
either way?
of course, i could be lying...
bullshit.
i have this friend
she's really cool
except for the fact that she's on a permanent high.
she comes to school every day
totally stoned
or whatnot
drunk, perhaps.
it depends.
but she's really insightful
she's taught me a lot about myself
and others
without really realizing it.
bullshit.
who am i kidding.
i don't have any friends
and if i did, they'd never talk to me
because I'd kill them.
or rape them
or something.
but of course, then they wouldn't be my friends.
they'd be my slaves.
which
in my opinion
would be so much cooler.
bullshit.
maybe i don't even exist.
maybe I'm just a computer piece
trying to pass for a human
maybe I'm a robot
how cool would that be?
id be all mechanical
and I'd never get sick
except with computer-type viruses
which could easily be killed by my awesome anti-virus system.
and then i could hack into everyone's computers
and send subliminal messages
through email
and youtube
and brainwash everyone into thinking
that they're all
rabid kangaroo's.
bullshit.
I'm god.
i don't need to brainwash anyone
they're already brainwashed
by my all-mighty psychic powers
and all i need to do is
trigger them with a third world war
and then they'll kill everyone
and i can live in peace.
bullshit.
do you know me?
do you know who i am?
what i think?
