Tiny Dancers of Water

i don't want to know anyone anymore. i want the music to continue without a beat, yet it doesn't and wont. i want to restart my game. try the level over. no correction shall be made. jut the character that i choose to talk to to see what i may get. nothing good. bubble on the floor of a lake of molten wax. red in color. the smell of matches fills a room, only to cover up the smell of sex. reflective covers hide the eyes of the innocents. a flashing light indicated life while a non existant light provides death. a pain in the neck shows how much you care about you seat. flames are entertainers and will forever dance as long as they have a stage. audience matters not. a piano in the background sets the mood for the death of the piano player. small pictures are hidden upon the roots of the oldest trees. rooms without color hide their meaning. privacy is for secrets. the sound of a baby kills the monarchs in july. over thinking only get you killed. act in the moment and you shall proceed. yellow eyes in the dark are not real when in front of you. the question shouldn't be when, but why not now. eating paper gives you the knowledge of the oldest trees, so old are they. i want to be a different character, can i choose again? i think not. this life is all you get. don't fuck it up. humans are too busy with stupid shit to see the real problems. why cant we fix them now, why wait until the last moment? act now. but wait when you call within the next 5 minutes you get... a long conversation with a automated person from another country in which you cant understand them because of their accent. accents make people hotter, see label for details. dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair? cool wind, desert. no doesn't work. does a lovely place guarantee a lovely time? can time be altered? chemically yes. sweet summer sweat, play on words or just to confuse? kill the beast and when you do, you shall be removed from this altered world. it was too cold to cry. you can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave. verbal punishment beats psychical punishment. see what i did there. oh the power of a piano. all i have known is gone, make anew i shall have to. close your eyes and feel the cold air on your skin. listen to your breathing and think of the great. have any of them felt this way? i can keep asking. my world will never be the same, and you are to blame. thank you. for everything. for nothing. for all. when you want a candy bar do you wait for your mom to bring you one home, no you go and buy one from the store. don't wait. the moment might pass. a thin layer of wax coats the lake of frost. you may not mind, but i do and its starting to get to me now. born into a world of death and corruption. unless you work in a courtroom, you shouldn't be judging. if atlas is holding the world, where in the world is... carmon san diego, no. where is his body touching the earth? ahhh. hook. line. sinker. we're going down captain. the lower compartments are filling up with water, too much for them to hold, too much for us to stay afloat. wait you're not the captain, where is he? he left 10 minutes ago after he ran the ship into an iceberg. what happened to going down with the ship? i don't think he read that chapter. the milky water becomes a grave. lost. forgotten. gone. never to come back. french vanilla? vanilla doesn't grow in france, what makes it french. that's cheating now the french are just putting their name on things. i mean look at.... holy shit judas, i figured it out. ever since they figured they couldn't claim the world for theirs they started to claim things as theirs, but putting their name on it so we will always be reminded of the french. fries: dead, captured, gone. toast: drowned in milk and egg and stuck with a flag, vanilla: now taken by the french. its all over, and all food related. fatass. harpoon. no ice cream for you. today isn't your day. and go.its almost complete. speeding off an off ramp. we're coming in too fast.....