(wake up)
Jesus, I'm so tired. We have sometimes and we'll walk a yellow face;ess and a b;eath;. I love and I wallow and I force and submit and Jesus. I ought to catch another me before I fall I fall asleep
And goats, in their solice you can see them by the roadside and in dewy sentinel. It's not asension, it's not assertive and it's not exactly, exactly rocket science.
Nicorette , Nicole, the number of the beast! It's a shame that people here are such subordinate chimps. You know that D2 was cut and now they can create the Epsilon caste
Isn't that great for them
Never to feel boredom again
But we're here none-the, nethertheless. It doesn't make sense, often. But it can't help touching the cobweb behind my face, ruffling the hair beneath my skin-
It walks
Okay, okay. I wish, I wish- just one fragile hope remaining,
This is one of those keyboards with silly little buttons that are supposed to make your life easier by providing shortcuts to tasks that would normally take you all of a seconds to impliment manually- internet, e-mail. This keyboard has a sleep button. I must have hit it a hundred times.
A|3 we living ours by shortcuts and bread so labyrinthine that we can no longer find anything
And are we so fucking shy that we cannot even talk to ourselves anymore
what happened to talking to yourself
good company
s;met;mes the w;rds are l;ke d;schords
I liked the story about the cat and the two squirrels that have to share a cage in an Indian zoo. I liked that story about the school in southern england where kids have to wear safety goggles to play conkers. Ken fucking Bigley. What happened to the funny stories.
And goats, in their solice you can see them by the roadside and in dewy sentinel. It's not asension, it's not assertive and it's not exactly, exactly rocket science.
Nicorette , Nicole, the number of the beast! It's a shame that people here are such subordinate chimps. You know that D2 was cut and now they can create the Epsilon caste
Isn't that great for them
Never to feel boredom again
But we're here none-the, nethertheless. It doesn't make sense, often. But it can't help touching the cobweb behind my face, ruffling the hair beneath my skin-
It walks
Okay, okay. I wish, I wish- just one fragile hope remaining,
This is one of those keyboards with silly little buttons that are supposed to make your life easier by providing shortcuts to tasks that would normally take you all of a seconds to impliment manually- internet, e-mail. This keyboard has a sleep button. I must have hit it a hundred times.
A|3 we living ours by shortcuts and bread so labyrinthine that we can no longer find anything
And are we so fucking shy that we cannot even talk to ourselves anymore
what happened to talking to yourself
good company
s;met;mes the w;rds are l;ke d;schords
I liked the story about the cat and the two squirrels that have to share a cage in an Indian zoo. I liked that story about the school in southern england where kids have to wear safety goggles to play conkers. Ken fucking Bigley. What happened to the funny stories.