should i blog,
or buy a dog,
or should i, maybe, sleep?
should i sit
and read wat's writ
thinking thoughts so deep?

i find it doth behove me to
indulge in abnegation
for to do anything else
will result in my frustration.

life's lost its zest, its drive, its fun
i no longer have my zeal.
Hell, its becoming so
i cant tell what is real.

so here's what i'll do, alright
i'll go get my board.
grab a thick ol' book or two
and check out of this ward.

this filthy little hospital
which others still call "life"
but how can that be?
its dead, you see.
reality is strife.

so i'm checking out of my little room
i'm gonna fly away.
and as i flee impending doom
this is what i'll say:

"Goodbye dear life, loves lost and found
Goodbye to one and all.
I have to go, my time is up
The writing's on the wall.

Perhaps we will soon meet again,
if only you lot would
pick it all up and flee with me
You'll see. it will be good.

And even if joy starts to wane
Surely you'll feel fine
Knowing that at least you tried.
but its your life. i'll live mine."

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all my life i've been unwanted
thrown about and scorned
produced by a faulty Pill,
my morals i have pawned.

honesty was the first to go
that one went straight to hell.
cleaness, goodness, neatness too
gave 'em up. now toll the bell

will you? let it ring out loud and clear
mourning a wasted life
one filled with toil to no good end
with hate and spite and strife.

"well redeem yourself!" i hear you say.
the problem is, you see,
that when i pawned my morals,
i didnt get no ticket. not me.

so i'm stuck with it, this pain
this covering by a hood.
non-existence, this futility
suicide's looking good.

i've already planned it out you know.
i'll go lie down in bed
place the gun above my ear
and then,
then,
i'd be dead.

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enough of that.


well well well! what have we here? can it be? it looks like.... hmm maybe it is.... a GIANT WALKING SOCK!


whatever.

if u can find it, go download The Chicken by Blair's Bunch. VERY good jazz fusion song. worth a listen trust me.


how can it be possible to continue bemoaning it when u dont bother to make the fucking effort necessary to FIX the goddamn bloody thing?

i swear, the absolute mindlessness of people sometimes.


oh well. its only by comparison that genius can be proven right? if everyone was an Einstein he wouldnt have been special.

Speaking of Einstein "When the solution is simple, God is speaking" - Good ol' Al himself :)

taking liberties there aint i. for those who dont know, Albert Einstein's his full name.
so Al would be a short fo--

Y'noe what? You lot cant be that dumb. so i'll leave it at that :)


see? i respect you people! or at least i've started to. when i first began blogging i was all like "ok your right hand's the one that ISNT holding the joint"and things in that vein. so there's improvement!

ah the good old days.


that's a double-reference sentence.


but why would you lot care anyhow?


whatever, again :)


see ya.