Silence is your best quality
Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2003 4:50 am
*i'm not sure what this is.....i think it is a document of my inability.*
I never understood your method. You were like the assassin who inspected her own tombstone to make sure she was still living. I actually never wanted to understand your method. I was content with your vow of chaos and religion. I was satisfied that you could no longer bare witness to beauty. Your silence never burdened me; in fact your silence is your best quality. Where are your politics? Do not lecture me on politics; I’m not the assassin. I don’t wear the sacred bullet of despair. I don’t poison wells of beauty out of nervousness. I don’t sacrifice lambs too make sure blood is still red. You and your politics. Your fucking politics. You are resolute and uniform. You are politics. You are the weapon. You are the bullet. You are the lamb. O I see this game you play. I’m on to you. Can you even breathe amongst mixed company anymore? Does your heart even pump in the presence of beauty? I know my beauty does not get your heart pumping. I don’t think it ever did. When we talk to one another, machines keep you alive for me. I have doctors on call for your conversation. I should fire the doctors. I should destroy the machines. I should make you silent. Remember, I said silence was your best quality.
I never understood your method. You were like the assassin who inspected her own tombstone to make sure she was still living. I actually never wanted to understand your method. I was content with your vow of chaos and religion. I was satisfied that you could no longer bare witness to beauty. Your silence never burdened me; in fact your silence is your best quality. Where are your politics? Do not lecture me on politics; I’m not the assassin. I don’t wear the sacred bullet of despair. I don’t poison wells of beauty out of nervousness. I don’t sacrifice lambs too make sure blood is still red. You and your politics. Your fucking politics. You are resolute and uniform. You are politics. You are the weapon. You are the bullet. You are the lamb. O I see this game you play. I’m on to you. Can you even breathe amongst mixed company anymore? Does your heart even pump in the presence of beauty? I know my beauty does not get your heart pumping. I don’t think it ever did. When we talk to one another, machines keep you alive for me. I have doctors on call for your conversation. I should fire the doctors. I should destroy the machines. I should make you silent. Remember, I said silence was your best quality.