as soon as i recognized i am not
magnificent, everything beautiful looked different. out with the old in
with the obscene. we keep pouring gasoline. as soon as i learned i
am not remarkable, everything beautiful became uncomfortable. all my
thoughts dangle on this guillotine. as brilliant as i think i am,
without wisdom, i'm just a simpleton. as wasted as my life has become,
someone else is more impotent. we are marching to the same machine.
we keep pouring gasoline.
when i realized i am not incredible. everything beautiful became
unbearable. turn the pages skip to the end. this is one story i
don't recommend. dangling from your lips, the nicotine. let me pour
the gasoline. i expect nothing less than mediocrity. so i can
disappoint you exceptionally. intelligence leads to superiority. my
thoughts burn in gasoline.
as soon as i admit i'm
insignificant, everything beautiful will become magnificent. out with the
old let it burn to smithereens. i keep drinking the gasoline. i
once believed i was impressive; impressively underwhelming. exhausted
from the same routine, pass me the gasoline.
when i noticed i am not
notable, i considered myself disposable. everything beautiful became
unapproachable. that's the aftermath of gasoline. everything
remarkable becomes obscene. everything holy becomes unclean. you
were next to me, pouring the gasoline. it was just one more wasted
dream.
i came to terms with my
prominence; ordinary opulence. the juxtaposition of in between.
start all over, pass the gasoline.
