August 17th, 2005

(no subject)

I'm gonna get you back. You're going to be mine in the end and that's all there is to it. I don't want the things I have. I want the life that involves adventure and excitement and controversy back and the good life can kiss my ass. There is nothing bold about stability, and I won't stop until I bring the good life down in a cloud of smoke from the barrel of my gun and the sole of my skate shoes. Everything will be mine, including you. Everything will be mine and I won't have any of it except for you. I desire nothing else than to clench my gloved fist and grit my teeth at the sight of a thirty rack of PBR and a street named Disaster. I'll ride the nights away on that street in a fury of elegance until the pavement is caving in my tracks and the world's only choice is to keep up with me or be swallowed into the abyss of the Earth. You're the only one to cruise ahead of me. You're the only one that can look back at the Apocalypse ensuing in my path and manage to make me smile. I'm gonna get you back. You're going to be mine in the end and that's all there is to it.