fishsticks and celery stalks.

[antithinker]

its all about the things that go bump in the night, boom boom. its all about the fish floating in the proverbial sea, see, its all about the turds in the toilet, the metaphors and their extensions. the global warming scare and being scared of heat. melting cheese in the microwave and peeps exploding elsewhere on their own. crack, smack, smurfs and midgets. boredom influenced by the idea of speed-typing to see where it takes me. an update of sorts, not really. life as of late: i got expelled, i got a job or two, i might be moving to the big city, and im having trouble with almost every girl i know. the typical bladida. but what can you do? what can you say? and how do you answer a question that starts with why when you never want to admit the truth to anyone but yourself if even that. lets see how far we can take it and see how long we can push it, because the lemmings know that theres always a cliff to find elsewhere, elsehow, elsewhy?

why is not a question to be reckoned with.
why not reckon with the nature of the question?