emo. tional.
The forest is empty.
The trees give sound to the gentle breeze that no-one would hear. The leaves flutter in the almost hypnotic way that stirs the emotion in even the coldest hearts.
The soft clouds seem to walk ever onward; traveling in their peaceful way, on to destinations that no one will follow.
The lake is a single plane of glass.
You can hear the sound of the wild birds, cheerfully calling to each other in their serene tone.
You can the feel the wind, mussing your hair with its gentlest of fingers.
You can smell the pine and cedar needles that have cushioned your walk.
You can clearly make out the face of the person you are holding under the water.
--McNostril circa. 2005
The trees give sound to the gentle breeze that no-one would hear. The leaves flutter in the almost hypnotic way that stirs the emotion in even the coldest hearts.
The soft clouds seem to walk ever onward; traveling in their peaceful way, on to destinations that no one will follow.
The lake is a single plane of glass.
You can hear the sound of the wild birds, cheerfully calling to each other in their serene tone.
You can the feel the wind, mussing your hair with its gentlest of fingers.
You can smell the pine and cedar needles that have cushioned your walk.
You can clearly make out the face of the person you are holding under the water.
--McNostril circa. 2005
Comments
Theres a special spot in hell reserved for @$$holes like me!
XD
...f course then a huge, mutant fish will come and kill the narrator... because good always wins in the end.
Doesn't it?
Joe.
Gio.
Where all your money's earning,
Where all your building's crying
And clueless neckties working,
Revolving fake lawn houses,
Housing all your fears,
Desensitized by TV,
Overbearing advertising,
God of consumerism,
And all your crooked pictures
Looking good, mirrorism,
Filtering information,
For the public eye,
Designed for profiteering,
Your neighbor, what a guy.
Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinded flag,
Manufacturing consent,
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money,
Nobody gives a fuck.
4000 hungry children leave us per hour,
From starvation,
While billions are spent on bombs,
Creating death showers.
Man, do I wish I could be the author of these lines.
Quite easily the truest argument.