Stream of conciousness

[FreeFall]

I dunno how many people know what this is so,

basically you write whatever pops into your head, I listen to music and do it, this one was done whilst listening to most of the "Beck - Odelay" cd:

Back and forth, through to the fourth, up and down, down at last. Snap. Slipping sideways, aside of the first. One up and two down. Underneath it all. Tack marked pin pricked and spilling out empty waves and empty days in a daze through the waves surfing the undertow. Drawn about the torn papers in this photograph. Here’s the time of our arrival. Inside the shell and shell-shocked cracked open and falling out, falling in, file out, dive in. Hear the sights see the sounds, the sight of the beat flowing. Cross-marks and cross tracking, back-track to the last track, follow the train tracks to the light below your feet rising up lower than before. The winds blowing from the south now bringing you to rise and raise the answer without question. Sure-shot, easy buck, think before you speak, listen to be heard, taking no for an answer aint as hard as it seems, denial being denied, see through and disobey what should be left to be. Piece of cake, easy as pie, lick the food and toss it aside. You’ve had your taste and locked it away, trapped on the outside. Look through the looking glass pane in the window, see what you can never have and taunt it with your own façade. Numb to the rhythm of their parade we’ll start our own to forever be known. B**ch and moan, sigh and groan, it must be tough living in a five story castle, taking all of their lives, being served without a hassle. Take it as it’s given, question last and be forgiven. Think for everyone but yourself, I’m sure it’ll all work out. Nothing is ever gonna change, face the facts and take the blame, give it out and take the fame. See the world from the other side, cut it down the middle, conquer and divide.