this peninsula pushed me into coma, but that wasnt the right way to start this story.
lets start this over, once more with feeling.
I had this friend that spoke in vowels, his name is very important but cant be pronounced. Ive learned not to cross his path, its just the right thing to avoid. He once lined his head with old newspaper, he said it would keep him busy. He sometimes spoke in riddles and produced old stop action movies in his head. It hurt when he projected his voice onto paper, just like the skreeeeeching halt and slam he would fall asleep to. I stopped trying to understand him a few years back, back when he became more dependent on the healing energy of the sun and addictive syllables. He grew and planted seeds into the Baron land. Those trees would soon walk the earth in search for a direct translation of the inaudible words carved into their armor. Last i heard of him, he split and mailed himself to various islands. He would've said something like, "its just what anyone would do in my situation." I wont remember you and your ways, its just what anyone would say.

that was kind of creepy, i wont do that again.
*soon to be deleted in disgust

love,
nick

youve defeated the purpose of a name for some time
so how do you feel shrouding yourself in anonymity?
avenge your what? you have no name.
no handle to sell yourself short.
no label to sort yourself out.
no name to call as you fall down a large flight of stairs.

are you finished?

no, sir, i have barely scratched the surface.
you...you and your blank face. in your effort to become neutral, but you arent. youre a part of that flock that you abandoned so long ago, no matter how you try to get rid of your tracks. you will have the same blood as the sheep that bleed like the print of the newspaper youve burned for heat your entire life. It never made since...you never make sense, and you never will.

so how was that for you?
did it feel good to get that off your chest?

stop asking questions and just come out with your hands up to the sky.

if only wounds would bleed out gold
who knows how long we'd hold it
to cool my burns in cristal snow
i know i'd stop this maddness
just something to slow my nerves
a calm and gentle verse
i'd pull you out from cold ruble
but you were comfortable
on my honest brittle bones
though shallow sunlit fields
i braved the winter's snowy climbs
to find your hollow air
if time could only tell a tale
im sure he'd be so brief
to tell us all he's given us
the laughter and the grief

Bang.

i just dont have it in me.
ive got roadblock
no idea when ill be back
for now.

shipwrecks dont stop themselves now do they

so to pass the time before another war, ive decided to move onto some personal stomping ground. Ive broken everything that i have ever owned, its inevitable. The future is already in pieces.

I wont keep my hopes held up high, but i cant help it. the smiles are really just keeping me from throwing a brick through every sad story depicted on a stained glass window. Im grinning to keep myself from spitting out the truth as i roll madly around the room. My eyes are spinning right out their sockets, just to keep up with anything chronological, never systematic.

no, this time i want you to mind me, take offense, take the initiative, do whatever.
its all just making me so damn tired.

zzz

croaked crooked smiles all around.
avenge this, avenge this, avenge this, avenge my name
so I can clear the scene
let me borrow your head for a while and crack o p e n.
slow slower slowest down the turntable
dont you dare
dont you stop beliving
cross paths everyday, in the same patch of empty space
like every triggerhappy soldier
ill never feel what true remorse will ever feel like.
Im constantly changing my mind on the sudden actions i fold into my awful mind that ive learned can be more of burden than a way out of any long, dark hallway.
Theres never an easy way out of a blazing building. so why dont you just stamp yourself out?
old air 's gonna get to you - 'tis only a matter of time
dont bother mentioning this to the wife, i feel worse enough for her already.

- dont look directly into those watery eyes, your stone will turn to flesh.
--i promise.

Im dead on
you're dead weight.

there's something wrong, he began,
when youve come to realize that the ground isnt so giving in return to what you feed to it. Because Ive been strewn across this lawn for weeks, busy men and women keep me in their periphery and thats the way they like it. And in my final minutes i remembered everything so clearly. Flashes of doctored memories i stored to keep my head full. Cold, she said, i promise i wont be. Good, i said drifting in orbit. This never worked the way i wanted, and no i never had a plan. My best intentions were always just to go with it. The pair of fallen stars, coupled with the scars they left in the earth were signs that im the only one aware of my surroundings. ha, best intentions, best wishes out in the real life. Knowing us we'll see each other in-limbo.

right,
so we go into the crowd and blend in with 'em. mingle before we mangle.

itsonlyamatteroftime
then when they last expect it,
pick off every last one of 'em.
rip tare, rip tare.

but the sheep caught on,
and we went home hungry
i swore that since we were dressed to kill
we'd expect nothing less.

was it the ears that gave me away?
or was it the teeth,
yeah,
must've been the teeth.
use dem bones like a toothpic
walkin' in the fastfood skin.