Nov 22, 2006 04:24
*raises another empty bottle*
I don't do it very often anymore. But when I do, it's with spectacular aplomb. This shit has got to go. But how. That is the key. And why... anothe rimportant one.
But most importantly... what next, what now. I've lost my concern or care for almost every single thing in life... it flares up for a brief second here and there.... but then the moment passes and I'm left just as I was before, how I have been for too long now... like I was back then. Back in the beginning, where my mind and memories start. And what comes to mind as I get up and continue, every day, every fucking time...... ask the potted petunia... at least it got off lucky.
I will be a doctor. I will be a chiropractor. I will be a professional chef. I will be a professional massuese. I will be a pilot.
But, as the good pirate Johnny says "To what point and or purpuse?"
Ah, well. C'est la vie. Not like I every should have believed it would be any other way. And there, truly, was where I fucked it up. I let myself believe in a dream before it was true. You'd think I would have learned my lesson about that a long long time ago, huh? Ah, well.... C'est la vie.
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