Horselover Fats and the pink laserbeam...
Because you wake up on a Sunday morning and realize as you take a quick glance backwards in time that, well, there only one place to go from here....down.
The sun is shining, it's warm out for fall, you're waking up next to a beautiful girl....henceforth, you are completely and utterly screwed.
What is the possibility that things will get better? Another promotion at your job, winning the lottery, the on rush of sudden and unexpected fame? Not likely. What about the possibilities of things getting worse? Something breaking on your car, a two hour commute the following day, or saying something amazingly stupid to the girl beside you? Pretty high sir, pretty sir.
And then you hate yourself. Partly for the thought but mostly for the tone that you address yourself in. That voice of mostly knowing that mocks you from a high back leather chair while it re-fills its pipe. Really? Life is suffering? No kidding, thanks for the insight and pretending it just occurred in my subconscious at this stage in my life.
It's like you have a pair of shoes and it's raining out. There's one thing keeping your socks dry. Just that one thin piece of leather (or pleather, depending on you financial situation). You're always one step away from the disaster of wet feet. But you don't think about it, you just keep going.
The pink laserbeam...
The sun is shining, it's warm out for fall, you're waking up next to a beautiful girl....henceforth, you are completely and utterly screwed.
What is the possibility that things will get better? Another promotion at your job, winning the lottery, the on rush of sudden and unexpected fame? Not likely. What about the possibilities of things getting worse? Something breaking on your car, a two hour commute the following day, or saying something amazingly stupid to the girl beside you? Pretty high sir, pretty sir.
And then you hate yourself. Partly for the thought but mostly for the tone that you address yourself in. That voice of mostly knowing that mocks you from a high back leather chair while it re-fills its pipe. Really? Life is suffering? No kidding, thanks for the insight and pretending it just occurred in my subconscious at this stage in my life.
It's like you have a pair of shoes and it's raining out. There's one thing keeping your socks dry. Just that one thin piece of leather (or pleather, depending on you financial situation). You're always one step away from the disaster of wet feet. But you don't think about it, you just keep going.
The pink laserbeam...