ramble Ground beef and Gasoline pump through the veins, never sure of the source to be sure. A mire of random thoughts keep infiltratinG sanity, puttinG their dirty little hands all over purity. Purity of seclusion. Post it! notes for ideas, scattered throuGh out the percieved reality. 3am and a quarter of an eiGhth to Get to sanity. Take me away from this mis-inspiration. all these idea's will Go now nowhere, and inspire only me. Will a new Genius be born, a savoir, save us from the times? No flux of income to speak offffffff, only what is Given, not really deserved. Drunk on self indulGence, s**t faced indeed. Hops and GinGer for an early morninG feast behind late niGht train sonGs.
I know the feeling of not going anywhere in life- feeling that everything you do is useless because it won't make a difference. That's the message I got from the poem anyway. And I'm well acquainted with those "Post it! notes" and "early morning feasts"! Well done, I loved it.
these are definitely my favorite lines...i like the disjointed-ness of this piece, it carries your message well...i was distracted, however, by the random capital letters...
Yeah I am still not very sure why I used all those capital "G"s, but I couldn't get rid of them once it was done. It is most certainly a thought on success in life, and the desire, or lack there of, to do something.
