FallOutBoyPunch
09/22/09, 09:47 AM
With a love as old as the
Magna Carta but
more important, we should be
careening, not castrating--we should be coasting carefree.
But the watery walls are swallowing
us whole instead of licking the sides of the hull. In one long slurp, slathering us with salty saliva,
we feel
alive. But only for a
second.
I take a breath--deep--inhaling the crests of waves littered with
starfish and seagull shit.
I taste an iceberg on the horizon--one rooted in the murky sands of the Atlantic, but born of the
Pacific; creating a whirlwind of epic proportions. There's always something earthy and natural;
erratic and violent about the
future.
So we crash like waves, and split like country cliff-sides in an effortless earthquake. I'm
thunder,
but you're lightning--I only hope we're
seconds
apart.
Magna Carta but
more important, we should be
careening, not castrating--we should be coasting carefree.
But the watery walls are swallowing
us whole instead of licking the sides of the hull. In one long slurp, slathering us with salty saliva,
we feel
alive. But only for a
second.
I take a breath--deep--inhaling the crests of waves littered with
starfish and seagull shit.
I taste an iceberg on the horizon--one rooted in the murky sands of the Atlantic, but born of the
Pacific; creating a whirlwind of epic proportions. There's always something earthy and natural;
erratic and violent about the
future.
So we crash like waves, and split like country cliff-sides in an effortless earthquake. I'm
thunder,
but you're lightning--I only hope we're
seconds
apart.