Sinking Feeling
Fuck...Oh fuck...Fuckity Fuck Fuck.
Crap.
Fuck...Oh fuck...Fuckity Fuck Fuck.
Crap.
Another quality daydream by
Don Quixote is
conceived at
12:00 pm
0
rude awakenings
The pawn asks God,
What do I do?
God says,
DO WHAT PAWNS DO.
The pawn retorts,
Yeah but do I advance or do I hold. Do I marinate myself in terriyaki sauce and wait for the Queen to get to me or what? Coz pawns do that too, man.
God says,
THE ANSWER IS WITHIN YOURSELF. YOU KNOW WHAT MUST BE DONE.
The pawn dismisses all foreplay,
Come on Big Guy. I'm looking for divine inspiration here. I really hate this one way street. I need to get to the end of the line so I can fucking do something with my life instead of just making like some goddamn runway model but there's a whole bunch of them midnight blackness darkness dudes who could write a '365-Ways-to-Eat-a-Midget' book over there. (Sorry bout the using-your-name-in-vain-thing.) I'm just a pawn, man. I just need some direction.
God says,
THERE IS NO WORTH IN BEING SHOWN THE WAY, NO PRIDE IN KNOWLEDGE WITHOUT THOUGHT, NO REWARD IN BEING GIVEN THE ANSWER TO THE RIDDLE.
The pawn slumps to the floor and lights a cigarette, in resignation to the confines of his black square tile.
He whispers under his breath,
Fuck. I hate motivational bullcrap. Thought I left it behind in the friggin' army.
Is it that hard to make sense of anything?
God says,
SUCH IS LIFE.
Another quality daydream by
Don Quixote is
conceived at
9:03 am
0
rude awakenings
If I were to name my poison, I'd proclaim Escapism. Too much for my own good, I muse.
In my daydreams, I've dined with aristocrats and fair maidens, battled foes worthy of FBI Most Wanted, walked through lush forests with earth that doesn't stick to barenaked feet. I've starred in my own 007 plot, and led anthemic choruses to an ocean of zombiefied worshippers of me.
I'd only read my tales if the words were a little taller than what they really are.
Dear Reader, musicforthefloater is an outlet. An exaggeration of my life. My want for grandeur.
Whatever lives in the recesses of my head and makes it to these pages, is a film-worthy adaptation of my life...
..based, of course, on real-life events.
Another quality daydream by
Don Quixote is
conceived at
5:43 am
0
rude awakenings