lippost

oh well its over, i guess decorating the place was fun enough to make up for the more or less total shit that followed. sorry to those who saw my uglier (apart from my face) side last night, promise i will attempt to shut myself up more the next time. no one needs to listen to that shit, right? right.

Time for a cryptic post, apologies.

so i guess i ask myself why i bother. maybe id bother in the vain hope that someone at some time will remember, then again, time will consume these memories and you're left with nothing. Maybe id bother so that I will remember when i have nothing else to hang on to. Maybe id remember so i can remember how only one thing matters and that is facade, how no one now cares about what you do but how you act as though youve done. Maybe then i can take righteous anger and feel comfort in that.

Maybe when the last speck of dust is swept off the stage, no one should remember. Except the show of course, the show and the actors, always remembered.

Way to go lip, way to go. Next time peel your face off the floor earlier so you wont miss church.