mutha fuckaaaaaa
so i was sitting in my room tonight, and realized "i haven't been this bored since fifth grade." and i don't know why, but i ran downstairs, through my backyard, and onto my cement tunnel. did i mention it was pitch black out?
and that brought up a question: why are we restricted by light?
who the hell decided to allow the sun to control our lives?
now correct me if i'm hallucinating...but are there not streetlights to guide our paths outside? and correct me again, but... are there not four flashlights in my house? soo...if i'm not supposed to use the flashlights to see in the dark...then i'm supposed to hit people with them right?
i LOVE knowing that once the sun sets, it's family time. oh my, how i adore that its still 1954.
lets take a little trip back to 1954:
the evenings go as follows:
its 5:00 on november 15, the entire family including the dog has just settled down to dinner. little Jane and Jimmy are fighting over the last roll, but it sounds something like "oh sis, you're much too skinny, please partake in the last supper roll." Jane gives her big bro a loving look and replies "Oh shucks Jimmy, you're just swell." the mother and father then give eachother a tender look, before the mother rises to clear the table. Jane follows, to help clean the kitchen, and discussthe days events. Jim goes upstairs to finish him homework, and the father retreats to his library to read the evening paper, and smoke the evening pipe. everyone is in bed by 8:00, and everyone has seperate beds.
Now, lets travel up 50 years to present day.
the evenings go as follows:
it's 5:00, and nobody's home.
6:30 rolls around, and mom pulls up in the mini van with chinese takeout.
6:35 dad comes in.
7:00 Jane and Jim come home and they all sit down to cold takeout.
the dog is outside, because the mom likes to pretend its 1954, when the dog ate outside.
Jane and Jim are still fighting over food, but this time its over the last egg roll, and sounds a little different. "give me the roll, you don't need any more lard on your fat ass!!" jimmy screams. Jane runs out of the room crying, and locks herself in the bathroom. Jimmy gobbles the roll, and drives to his friends house for another dinner. the dad calls on Jane, and tells her to clear the table. jane pleasantly replies "Fuck you, do it yourself." Jane then continues sobbing, while the dad retreats to the living room with a beer, and the remote. the mom throws away the cardboard boxes, lets the dog in, and pours herself a drink.
mmyea i love change.
peace out homes
*the one and only*
ps. i spit my food into napkins
and that brought up a question: why are we restricted by light?
who the hell decided to allow the sun to control our lives?
now correct me if i'm hallucinating...but are there not streetlights to guide our paths outside? and correct me again, but... are there not four flashlights in my house? soo...if i'm not supposed to use the flashlights to see in the dark...then i'm supposed to hit people with them right?
i LOVE knowing that once the sun sets, it's family time. oh my, how i adore that its still 1954.
lets take a little trip back to 1954:
the evenings go as follows:
its 5:00 on november 15, the entire family including the dog has just settled down to dinner. little Jane and Jimmy are fighting over the last roll, but it sounds something like "oh sis, you're much too skinny, please partake in the last supper roll." Jane gives her big bro a loving look and replies "Oh shucks Jimmy, you're just swell." the mother and father then give eachother a tender look, before the mother rises to clear the table. Jane follows, to help clean the kitchen, and discussthe days events. Jim goes upstairs to finish him homework, and the father retreats to his library to read the evening paper, and smoke the evening pipe. everyone is in bed by 8:00, and everyone has seperate beds.
Now, lets travel up 50 years to present day.
the evenings go as follows:
it's 5:00, and nobody's home.
6:30 rolls around, and mom pulls up in the mini van with chinese takeout.
6:35 dad comes in.
7:00 Jane and Jim come home and they all sit down to cold takeout.
the dog is outside, because the mom likes to pretend its 1954, when the dog ate outside.
Jane and Jim are still fighting over food, but this time its over the last egg roll, and sounds a little different. "give me the roll, you don't need any more lard on your fat ass!!" jimmy screams. Jane runs out of the room crying, and locks herself in the bathroom. Jimmy gobbles the roll, and drives to his friends house for another dinner. the dad calls on Jane, and tells her to clear the table. jane pleasantly replies "Fuck you, do it yourself." Jane then continues sobbing, while the dad retreats to the living room with a beer, and the remote. the mom throws away the cardboard boxes, lets the dog in, and pours herself a drink.
mmyea i love change.
peace out homes
*the one and only*
ps. i spit my food into napkins