Writer of Stories.

Writer of Stories.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

I'd Like to Thank the Academy



I raise a toast to you: my weakness. This sip of wine will lower your blow. Ignorance is bliss when you alone control who knows. I've raised the curtain and certainty stand at center-stage. It blows kisses to the crowd on their feet, yet still manages to destroy stop signs at four way streets. Certainty alone cannot make wise the simple. Pupils blind sighted by fog and feelings determined only by touch; these things destroy the mind. It is these things that make you wish that texture of cloth and smoothness of skin still lingered. Your biggest secret lies between his teeth. Only such promises you're unwilling to keep. In darkness and behind closed doors, solutions overcome you and themselves. I need you to turn me face down: only so that i might not see what i have done. Go forth and rest this case.
I strive for more than punches and failed exertions.
Can't you believe that this satisfies you as much as me... I'd like to thank you for being so addicting. End scene.