Tuesday, June 12, 2012

One is the loneliest number since the number two

and another one's gone

and another one's gone

and another one bites the dust.

but not really the one

because the one doesn't bite dust

the one creates it

so we wave goodbye to all the dead gods

so much faith put in to a projected fantasy

as we realize

so much

but especially that there is no other


there is no two

just one

forever in a room

pacing around an oriental carpet

or sitting in a lonely chair.

imagining the whole damn thing.

he is getting bored.

time to wrap this fucking show up.

watch out.

things are gonna start moving.

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