Blyak17

(Don’t go looking for the 7th)

[blyak17]

Guys. I think Peter rabbit took my phone

[blyak17]

The world is burning

And I’m sitting here doing nothing about it

I can smell the fire in the air

And god damn do I hate it.

But how I love this smell.

It reminds me of my childhood

It reminds me of other contries

Because everywhere is burning

And it has always been burning

For as long as I have been on this earth

And I don’t like it this way

But I think I’d rather sit here and enjoy the late night fireshow

[blyak17]

A creation, made not by that of god, but of my own hands. A substance that has long been bathed in his holy light, Now yet another object to be toiled with, and by god, does it hurt.

[blyak17]

Man I just want to like in a black and purple traveling circus. I would be a little trickster playing games with the audience, going back to my cabin with 12 bunk beds. The smell of candy apples and popcorn still lingering in my mouth. Not having any worries. Playing cards on the small table in the middle of our cart. Not everyone is done with their days yet, some still with their makeup plastered all on their face. Hardly even being able to see my cards. The candle in the middle of the table the only real light source in my abode. I’m laughing the night away until the candle burns out.