The Way It Goes


Sometimes I get ideas for posts and I just save them as drafts and forget. Today I was digging around here in the blog closet and found this darkly sparkly scrap, originally thought of back in November 2005 and languishing here until now. Enjoy.


God makes trent reznor in his dark angelic glory
trent experiences a life of woe enough so that he becomes an artist
trent toils for years, distilling anger and pride and self-loathing into this:

there is a game I play
try to make myself okay
try so hard to make the pieces all fit
smash it apart
just for the fuck of it

it works its way down to me
this distilled darkness allows me to go on another day
I say thanks, God. thanks, trent
I go on and have woe of my own
I post here
you read it
maybe you don't feel so bad

art will save us all.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I actually have about 25 "unpublished" things in my blog settings - 5 of which I started in the last week (one of them is over 3 pages long, too). They usually sit there for a long while, and eventually get deleted a year later when I read them and flinch in disgust.
3:01 PM
V said…
Well, I guess that's the difference between you and me, friend. ;)

Nah, actually I often hate old stuff but some of it I think is fine.
10:14 PM
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