You know there ain't no rest for the wicked...
"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could.
No there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good."
I'm such an anti-social slacker. I never see anyone anymore. I don't know if this is a good thing or not. I mean... I don't do anything interesting anymore. I work and I eat and I sometimes sleep.
I've taken to watching people while I'm working. I wonder what they're thinking. Especially the normal people. You can tell. It's the way they look at everyone else in some of those places. They're not as twisted. Not as damaged. They're still surprised by the girl walking in with the bruises. By the guy who's missing a few teeth. By the nasty scars on the bartender from the nutjob who took a broken bottle to him to get the three galleons from the tip jar. Then there are the bouncers, but there's no need to go into them. They're made to look scary. Sometimes, I think it's like all those sci-fi novels. They're jacked up on something. Hyper alert. Slow and stupid, but strong. Stronger than me. But then... I always went for speed over anything else. Suits me fine.
Some days, I wonder just what it is that makes us human. Is it compassion? Is it emotion? Is it the capacity to dream? To desire to be something bigger than oneself? Is it the appetite for destruction? Is it the simple malice and cruelty? I can't nail it down. I think mayhaps it's some of these and all of these at the same time. It's the complex mess. We're like spiderwebs, all connected and important in simple ways. And every once in a while, part of the web snaps and dies and crumbles, but the whole tends to exist, even if some are hurt in the process. And eventually, the spider comes along and repairs the damage that was done. But, you know... It's never quite the same.
Hmm... Maybe I need to get out more. Too much time to think, of late. Think I failed in that attempt to hang out.
Anyone bored enough to hang out?
OOC: I don't RP much anymore, but I should change that. Think I've only got three characters right now, but I'm not particular about any of them, so... If anyone wants to, you have my msn... just let me know. *shrug*
Money don't grow on trees.
I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could.
No there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good."
I'm such an anti-social slacker. I never see anyone anymore. I don't know if this is a good thing or not. I mean... I don't do anything interesting anymore. I work and I eat and I sometimes sleep.
I've taken to watching people while I'm working. I wonder what they're thinking. Especially the normal people. You can tell. It's the way they look at everyone else in some of those places. They're not as twisted. Not as damaged. They're still surprised by the girl walking in with the bruises. By the guy who's missing a few teeth. By the nasty scars on the bartender from the nutjob who took a broken bottle to him to get the three galleons from the tip jar. Then there are the bouncers, but there's no need to go into them. They're made to look scary. Sometimes, I think it's like all those sci-fi novels. They're jacked up on something. Hyper alert. Slow and stupid, but strong. Stronger than me. But then... I always went for speed over anything else. Suits me fine.
Some days, I wonder just what it is that makes us human. Is it compassion? Is it emotion? Is it the capacity to dream? To desire to be something bigger than oneself? Is it the appetite for destruction? Is it the simple malice and cruelty? I can't nail it down. I think mayhaps it's some of these and all of these at the same time. It's the complex mess. We're like spiderwebs, all connected and important in simple ways. And every once in a while, part of the web snaps and dies and crumbles, but the whole tends to exist, even if some are hurt in the process. And eventually, the spider comes along and repairs the damage that was done. But, you know... It's never quite the same.
Hmm... Maybe I need to get out more. Too much time to think, of late. Think I failed in that attempt to hang out.
Anyone bored enough to hang out?
OOC: I don't RP much anymore, but I should change that. Think I've only got three characters right now, but I'm not particular about any of them, so... If anyone wants to, you have my msn... just let me know. *shrug*