Tuesday, February 10, 2009

cornflake's fourth blog

3 years gone. fuck. funny how time goes so fast when you wish you had the capacity to stop and maybe take a polaroid or some form of proof that life was once this good and maybe can be again, and then there are the times when its pace seems to be a punishment for all the good times you had that you didn't really deserve. it's 12:30am on 10th february now.  listening to "body in a box" by city in colour. it's about exactly what it sounds like. it's not soppy. just a guitar and harmonica. got a great line - "it seems like a man's best party only happens when he dies". very true. ain't that the great cosmic joke? the best party you'll have will make you the guest of honour and have everyone talking about what a top person you are, and there's no way you can go. and what's more, this party's gonna continue at least once every year until everyone who attended the original is having their own parties in their honour. fuck. going for a walk.

2 comments:

Bilby P. Dalgyte said...

everythings so depression recently... :( have a free cookie...

the thing that should not be said...

my funeral will consist of every person i ever hated spontaniously combusting into a giant fireball. and all the people i ever loved will grow wings and fly away from there problems.

sounds like a good funeral:)