I wish I could feel like they look like they feel in the movies
I wish I could feel like sound when it moves through me
I wish there were Nazis so I could join the resistance
But I wouldn’t will hell into existence
The contentS of your words have no vibration
There’s nothing for me in your pseudo-contemplation
Stupid with strong opinions is usually the funniest combination
But I'm really annoyed with this conversation
Why do people watch movies with other people?
Like to get interrupted with questions every ten seconds?
Sobriety is painful and intoxication gives pain a chance to feel
Only ever went bowling knowing I was only going because there's beer
I wish I was high so I could enjoy talking about the weather
God pisses on cows to piss off assholes wearing leather
If conversations were only slightly more enjoyable
I wouldn’t be so excited for when God destroys us all
Ghosts, superstition, fiction doesn’t scare me
Of humans like you, Brute, I am still very wary
Give me a real monster like Vlad Dracula or Nero
I might fall in love with the actress, I might play the hero
I stare through you who speak with such admiration
I wonder which eye you're looking at for that feigned sensation
Stare at the acrylic one while I stare at the space station
I'm really annoyed with this conversation
Music reminds me of the success I never had
Sex reminds me of the love I never had
Pleasure reminds me of pain
Numbness reminds me of nothing, let’s do numbness again
Calling you out on your stupidity brings me nothing
What I've stated is that I'm jaded, and you ought not confront me
Should’ve met me last decade debating every interaction
Can’t you sense my indifference to your dissatisfaction?
I befriended all the blacklisted subjects of Dixie's Paramount
All the black and brown renegades of the new south
I grew up in a place where homosexuals were condemned
So I made a life of making homosexuals my friends
I grew up with astronauts at the dinner table
You disgrace infinite timespace with your opinionated fable
My father's an artist, and you’re art-disabled
A real artist would never put art in a box with such dainty labels
Philosophy? I no longer care what anyone else thinks
Psychology? Studying the sick cannot diagnose humanity
Music? It’s like “bless you” to a sneeze to me
It all happens within, and your platitudes are a dumb disease
It took decades to train myself to smile and nod my head
But nobody greets each other like that in The West U.S.
I trained myself to anticipate southern hospitality, the great white lie
Reversing these unnatural social cues I so despise
I found solace.
I found space.
I found the masquerade.
I found the slave.
I no longer desire to speak to human beings.
I find nearly all of you to be annoying at best.
John, John, Judas and Jesus
Only interesting characters in the New Testament
Maybe Paul Thomas Anderson or Radiohead -otherwise yuck
I don’t care to see or hear any more -I’ve had enough
Funny thing about living knowing I'm not the first
Trying to reacquaint myself with sensations as all become blurred
There's a force among us that wishes to base all upon feel
So I separate myself from everything I always thought was real
If my mind had led me to any fruition
Why in hell betray my own cognition?
The answer comes as a thing bigger than any thought could ever be
The sensation is brighter than any sense could ever touch or hear or see
I’m a fish out of water (I don’t belong here)
I need to move on (I’m done talking nonsense)
Look at me, penniless dog in a cage
My mind led me to hell, and I actually stayed
No more talking about living
No more talking politics, no more talking religion
No more philosophy, only living the metaphysics
No more advice, no more opinions
The knife in my back is the knife in yours
Have you made peace in the war of words?
Questions as rhetoric only point to feeling
Feeling is a much sharper, much heavier sword
Wit smells awful without grace
Et tu, Brute?