Saturday, May 29, 2010

Shock therapy for the electrically challenged

"Get the fuck out your car, walk, it's good for you." - R.I.S.E.

Didn't anybody notice? It's not about the double vanilla soy half decaf latte in a grande cup, it's the heart that goes into the foam on top. It's the same foam, there's just something else in there. There is art in everything. Somewhere along the way someone stopped looking for it and that ignorant attitude caught on, a trend of blindness. If dancing isn't giving you the sensation that drags a smile out from the deepest recesses of your soul then what the fuck you waiting for? change the steps. Cliches are cliche for a reason, they meant something once. 'I love you' was so charged that it could raise mountains and drain oceans in minutes. God said those words, whose listening now? I can hear bones cracking and twisting in their skins, pleading to be doing something more than carrying the bulk of mediocrity. Suck the marrow out of life! I don't give a fuck if you need help putting shit on your flowers in FarmVille. There isn't any dirt between the keys on my computer, maybe your's is different than mine. I don't see anything growing other than the bags under their eyes. I swear my ass is getting fatter all the time that I spend sitting so hard, so heavy. We've dissected feeling good so thoroughly while trying to find where the bad hides that we can't figure out how to put the whole thing back together, now we don't know what feels at all. I guess I didn't take my Adderall today, or was it the Welbutrin?This attitude. Get at it dude. Someone needs to break windows when the room is filling up with gas, even if it's just making everyone laugh.