wilted

courtney love should die

.........................................................................................................................................................everyday
another year goes by.....
a gouge to my eye.....
a shadow runs by.....
improbable and yet illogical that we are not as we seem.........and will never be.....
so the confusion of us ants will shred me to nothing as I am, or however I percieve my existence.....
my posessions consume me....
to wonder while assuming....
to act while knowing nothing continues the statue crumbling............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ ........................... ..................... .............. ....... ... .