. . a n a d a 1 2 9 0 8 - 2 3 - 0 0 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . "Word Whore" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . by Effy . . w w w . a n a d a . n e t . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . relations of words to real life: are you going to be... DISTURBED? when you see the coffee cup i tapped so endlessly the fake nails painted so dark the roof moonlight supposedly dances on the abandonment of dillusional dreams (could you relate and not portray it like i could? that's only because you saw beauty in my feeble attempt at honesty) blind, like every cliched lyric and line; somebody should've told me the truth long ago. the truth of the reality of all those hours of words and the dispassionate, fake motivation behind it... B (burdening) U (useless) L (loving) L (lifeless) <--all my S (stupid) words. H (haunted) I (ignorant) T (tedious) taking pseudo-medicine singing bar anthems lying on black grass too many harmless addictions can i hate the world that tried to save me for dining on an empty platter of eloquence the dull vacancy behind the pristine prose scattered words crushed beneath shuffling feet painting all the stifled feelings with an animate circle of surroundings (how god damn MODERN) fucked it up again in the summer of 2000 don't sit there and nod your fucking head i refuse to be i'll no longer be a word whore. . . w w w . a n a d a . n e t . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . anada 129 by Effy (c)2000 anada e'zine . . . w w w . a n a d a . n e t . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .