The Ferris Wheel Overlooking Hastings Park,.

somethings take awhile to be done,
cake, sometimes cookies, sometimes cigarettes,
so what is there to do in the loop in between times?
like when you sit there, and you're just hanging out,
not wanting to go, but not wanting to stay, where it's just you and the brain?
do you fiddle with your phone? do you observe the others around you?
it's that idle time in between breaths that tear your heart in half
you precieve and precieve and try to make the things you want to be want to be.
look man, let me inform you of something, the rambles of a human being are like the thunderstrokes from god, they have no sense no exact meaning, they are only random acts of nature. i saw a camera shoved in each contestants face and under the pressure they cracked like an egg too long in boiling water. the piece that fits exact into this puzzle is yet to be conquered but with soon be conjured and fit like it never fit before. i took a deep look into someones eyes and i could tell they saw right through my fucking soul. they saw things i've never seen before and i'm damn sure to remember that. has that ever happened to you? i hope not. take this spell that's been down on all of us.

do you know what the punk movement was? it was all a sense of urgency to make us all feel at peace. with all that violence and fucking feeling, it was like taking a calculator and breaking it when it read error, it was like taking the light bulb and breaking it when it wasn't right. it was like taking a force field and breaking through it and can't we won't destine.

it was like the perfect harmony, played over the perfect beat, at the same time, someone was yelling and performing, not to make you like them, but to make you hate them. it was a foreclosure of the soul.