Eat My Words

truth

I hate words, they kill you, i hate poems, i hate stories, i hate plays. i want it all to be silent. i want they world to be quiet, just for once... is that so muchtoask? 

i love thoughts, i love the imperfect mistakes that i make, but they arent mistakes. people think that i forget commas or apostraphies or to captialize something, or i spell something wrong, of i forget a space or add one to many. people think these are mistakes, they are all there for a reason interntional or not they are meant to be there.

i hate thoughts. i hate so much in life that i begin to love hating it. i love words, but they hurt me sooooo 

i love myself, but hate my imperfections, i have to be perfect, i have to be my own definition of perfect i must be. if not then i cant face anyone else before i face myself. 

i love noise, i love the rush it give me completely unaltered noise nevrer music, never words, only noise.