I only have friend that does not go emo on me. The only friend that I like having over at my place, for weeks on end. The only one I can turn to. The only who cares. And when I go emo on my friend Mr. Jameson, he punishes me. He punishes me the next day. Mr. Jameson is skilled master. An amber master. We have no safe words. There is no need. I look Mr. Jameson in the eye and we both know what the outcome will be. Then I take him in big gulps, drinking his sweet stuff - down, down, down his liquids run. Down my throat; down into my soul. And thus I let him violate me. But he is good to me. You see, Mr. Jameson takes me places. Places I wouldn't normally go to. Like to a girls house, one that I'd rather not see. But he also makes me do things. Things I wouldn't normally do. Like calling people in the middle of the night and confessing my eternal love for them, people I'd rather not call. Mr. Jameson is a curious master.
Mr. Jameson was with me last night. You perhaps didn't see him, but he was in the room when you had to have your emo-fit. When you destroyed my naive hope in that we could all remain friends forever. Your significant others have changed you all. And when my time comes I too will change. But with Mr. Jameson's guidance I will pick one that I can change first. One that we can violate together, so that her defenses are down, and she becomes the one that changes more.
What fucking right do you have to speak for another person? None, thats right. And why do you want to have the last opinion? 'Cause one of you always does. Mr. Jameson followed me when I fled from room to room, from table to table; but wherever I went, the topic followed me. The topic never changed. You all have opinions, opinions that I couldn't care less about. Here's an idea: Instead of ranting to me your opinions about each other, talk to each other!
Furthermore, I know you are in a relationship. Why do you want me to be in one. Did you ever consider that I don't want to do couple's stuff? Did you ever consider that when I do let someone into my heart it is the kind of short lived passion where we book into a motel for a week and when we emerge back into the world, the passion has burned out and the only thing left are used up condoms and my black heart. And Mr. Jameson.
I now consider all your girls an open market, for you are the bitches in your relationships. So if I'd fuck 'em, you wouldn't have any reason to mad at me. Because I didn't fuck the bitch in the relationship, now did I? So I guess what I'm saying is that I'm gay for your girls.
But don't worry. I won't touch anyone, even if they let me touch them. And the reason is simple. Very simple. I don't want no emo-fits anymore. I'm done. Count me out. I'm now at peace with the world. My world is safe. When you go emo, and I'm forced to listen; when you buy a designer made whatever, and I'm forced to listen I know I retreat into solitude. And the only things inside this peaceful place are Mr. Jameson and a WinAmp that I've cracked so that it converts all songs into NiN songs.
Mr. Jameson this toast is to you!
Peace & Love,
-zS
Mr. Jameson was with me last night. You perhaps didn't see him, but he was in the room when you had to have your emo-fit. When you destroyed my naive hope in that we could all remain friends forever. Your significant others have changed you all. And when my time comes I too will change. But with Mr. Jameson's guidance I will pick one that I can change first. One that we can violate together, so that her defenses are down, and she becomes the one that changes more.
What fucking right do you have to speak for another person? None, thats right. And why do you want to have the last opinion? 'Cause one of you always does. Mr. Jameson followed me when I fled from room to room, from table to table; but wherever I went, the topic followed me. The topic never changed. You all have opinions, opinions that I couldn't care less about. Here's an idea: Instead of ranting to me your opinions about each other, talk to each other!
Furthermore, I know you are in a relationship. Why do you want me to be in one. Did you ever consider that I don't want to do couple's stuff? Did you ever consider that when I do let someone into my heart it is the kind of short lived passion where we book into a motel for a week and when we emerge back into the world, the passion has burned out and the only thing left are used up condoms and my black heart. And Mr. Jameson.
I now consider all your girls an open market, for you are the bitches in your relationships. So if I'd fuck 'em, you wouldn't have any reason to mad at me. Because I didn't fuck the bitch in the relationship, now did I? So I guess what I'm saying is that I'm gay for your girls.
But don't worry. I won't touch anyone, even if they let me touch them. And the reason is simple. Very simple. I don't want no emo-fits anymore. I'm done. Count me out. I'm now at peace with the world. My world is safe. When you go emo, and I'm forced to listen; when you buy a designer made whatever, and I'm forced to listen I know I retreat into solitude. And the only things inside this peaceful place are Mr. Jameson and a WinAmp that I've cracked so that it converts all songs into NiN songs.
Mr. Jameson this toast is to you!
Peace & Love,
-zS