julius caesarian & his section
taking the meaning out of life since 198x. how would YOU like to be consigned to the dustbin of history?
to explain Where I've Been i give you the words of some guy on the street as i sweep by him in a flurry of panicfeardeath/isthatadeadlineinyourpocketorareyoujusthappytoseeme/isnortedmyspacebar : "yo, don't kill me!" esprit d'escalier says "i don't have the time" but at the moment, well, i didn't have the time even to express not having the time. later i paid an entire dollar for a pen. these incidents are connected in strange & horrifying ways but so are forks & electric sockets & rooms i don't want to be in. also, rooms i don't want to be--imagine someone walking IN & OUT of you all the time, makes my skin crawl just thinking about it
floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee, & sings like the fat lady--the end is near, the end is invading my personal space, i'm suing the end for sexual harrassment. the end is touching me inappropriately. end get your filthy apocalyptic paws off me. it's not over yet. all's well that ends & the only well i see is the one i'm falling in at regularly scheduled intervals. how's the weather up there, etc. this year was a fucking waste of time i want it to be over already so i can waste more, better time. reinvention junkie here. can we just put all this behind us please. thank you. manners don't have to make sense just shake hands mutter something cordial get on with your life. what happens new years is a mystery considering the last two i a) jumped off a fire escape b) gave myself a third eye how do i outperform myself? more importantly how do i survive outperforming myself. less importantly, why the fuck is the sky blue, it gives me a headache
if it glitters it might be gold so let's steal it now & find out later. you have nothing to lose but your mind, money, & time. not necessarily in that order. repent in leisure or not at all. do not pass go, but do not go directly to jail either, just sort of hover in limbo for a bit, it's good for the skin/teeth/hair/nails. builds character only to knock it down a few minutes later in a fit of merciless dissatisfaction. nothing like nothing to get you going in the morning & stopping in the evening but in between you have to make your own entertainment & well how strangely that resembles a mess. twins, separated at birth, looking to stay that way thanks. when i'm reunited with myself i'm not waiting to fire until i see the whites of the eyes.
to explain Where I've Been i give you the words of some guy on the street as i sweep by him in a flurry of panicfeardeath/isthatadeadlineinyourpocketorareyoujusthappytoseeme/isnortedmyspacebar : "yo, don't kill me!" esprit d'escalier says "i don't have the time" but at the moment, well, i didn't have the time even to express not having the time. later i paid an entire dollar for a pen. these incidents are connected in strange & horrifying ways but so are forks & electric sockets & rooms i don't want to be in. also, rooms i don't want to be--imagine someone walking IN & OUT of you all the time, makes my skin crawl just thinking about it
floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee, & sings like the fat lady--the end is near, the end is invading my personal space, i'm suing the end for sexual harrassment. the end is touching me inappropriately. end get your filthy apocalyptic paws off me. it's not over yet. all's well that ends & the only well i see is the one i'm falling in at regularly scheduled intervals. how's the weather up there, etc. this year was a fucking waste of time i want it to be over already so i can waste more, better time. reinvention junkie here. can we just put all this behind us please. thank you. manners don't have to make sense just shake hands mutter something cordial get on with your life. what happens new years is a mystery considering the last two i a) jumped off a fire escape b) gave myself a third eye how do i outperform myself? more importantly how do i survive outperforming myself. less importantly, why the fuck is the sky blue, it gives me a headache
if it glitters it might be gold so let's steal it now & find out later. you have nothing to lose but your mind, money, & time. not necessarily in that order. repent in leisure or not at all. do not pass go, but do not go directly to jail either, just sort of hover in limbo for a bit, it's good for the skin/teeth/hair/nails. builds character only to knock it down a few minutes later in a fit of merciless dissatisfaction. nothing like nothing to get you going in the morning & stopping in the evening but in between you have to make your own entertainment & well how strangely that resembles a mess. twins, separated at birth, looking to stay that way thanks. when i'm reunited with myself i'm not waiting to fire until i see the whites of the eyes.