I Am The Third Revelation

I mean sure it’s okay to take comfort in your small job in your small town with your caring parents that check your grades almost as much as you do with your promise ring bearing non-threatening boyfriend by your side that would fuck you without thinking twice as long as it was slow and beautiful  and  conor oberst (gospel) played in the background  with your small community of friends that will not leave the eternal lunch menu of pizza and punch with your adherence to every rule and avoidance of any kind of conflict with your dreams of summer reflected by obnoxious obnoxious obnoxious reblogs that vandalise your dashboard and saturate your mind with pleasure with your endless bliss with your thank you’s and yes that looks good with your future success and your acceptance as a house wife but those lights of potential shine like roman candles shine like a marquee shine like your face did when exposed to the flashlight behind my car all those months ago those lights that dangle in front of you the apple in front of a mule it sits still while you make a complete ass of yourself by not sprinting towards them as if your oh-so-stable-lifestyle was going up in flames. Sure it’s okay to take comfort but I’d rather tell you the truth. Because it is better to hear the truth and be rudely awoken from the nightmare of a delusional dream. Here it goes: