well adjusted, hateful, vengeful
i'm sorry that i don't have an unlimited supply of money. i'm sorry that i'm not sleazy enough. i'm sorry that i'm a mutant.
but i'm proud of my illness. i'm proud of pillows. i'm proud to burn with life, alive with energy.
why?
where have you been all my life? where has the subaru been all my life?
hyundai, perfect. wookiee, wowzers. i'm a well adjusted young man.
i have a plan. i have hatred. i have ignorance and i ignore people. i'm willfully stupidly prancing around, look at me, i'm a regular boob! haw!
i will hurt people. i've done it before, but i can do it better. i'm ready to explode. i'm so angry.
a case of crowding around the gums. a crappy situation. i agree that this sucks. i suck ducks out of a pond with my powerful lips. blip, bloop, i'm unfit, uncouth, raised wrong, not alone for long with the company of misery. sing the songs of evil children, i obey orders given by my boss. i'm the floss cleaning between the teeth of mundane reality. i'm a little slave boy, on my knees in the kitchen. i'm slaving away for your happiness. i'm only doing this because i care.
i've been assaulted. i'm broken and leaking precious fluids all over the linoleum. have you seen my gun? have you seen my baseball bat? i practiced swinging it in the mirror during my workout, i looked powerful and i was excited by that sight. i'm pleased by the vision of my might.
those crazy solos! how can anyone do that? i can't. i'm not good enough. i was born bad, not good. not good enough for dad. not good enough to act like i care. just stare blankly through my eyes and see a meaningless insufferable event. feel the angry heat coming through the vent. i can't let out my feelings because they're against the law. i have to pick up all the spilled coleslaw. my hands with fingers exposed picked up the mess, you saw my figure posed, poised to please you, but you couldn't take it, so i threw bees at you. i fire bees at will from my hands with just a thought to guide me. i can deride you and climb a mountain, i can stuff my belly with pasta, i can stuff my bra with tissues, i can stuff my panties with cucumbers, i can stuff my mouth with pampers. i'm not fit to write this dreck, but i'm fit to inspect an imaginary body with my dirty fingers. after the inspection, the odor lingers.
use your mind to fantasize. try some roleplay on for size. do what you like, it's a waking dream. feel free to be a queen. this is your parade, this is your day. have your will, have your say. bend reality under your thumb. laugh at what you've now become.
click those heels, sarge. we're going to never never land, and i never want to stay up late again. i don't like to watch talk shows, i just like to sip chocolate milk when i'm wearing my clothes. when i'm naked it's another story. with a canadian accent i'll say "i'm sorry."
but i'm proud of my illness. i'm proud of pillows. i'm proud to burn with life, alive with energy.
why?
where have you been all my life? where has the subaru been all my life?
hyundai, perfect. wookiee, wowzers. i'm a well adjusted young man.
i have a plan. i have hatred. i have ignorance and i ignore people. i'm willfully stupidly prancing around, look at me, i'm a regular boob! haw!
i will hurt people. i've done it before, but i can do it better. i'm ready to explode. i'm so angry.
a case of crowding around the gums. a crappy situation. i agree that this sucks. i suck ducks out of a pond with my powerful lips. blip, bloop, i'm unfit, uncouth, raised wrong, not alone for long with the company of misery. sing the songs of evil children, i obey orders given by my boss. i'm the floss cleaning between the teeth of mundane reality. i'm a little slave boy, on my knees in the kitchen. i'm slaving away for your happiness. i'm only doing this because i care.
i've been assaulted. i'm broken and leaking precious fluids all over the linoleum. have you seen my gun? have you seen my baseball bat? i practiced swinging it in the mirror during my workout, i looked powerful and i was excited by that sight. i'm pleased by the vision of my might.
those crazy solos! how can anyone do that? i can't. i'm not good enough. i was born bad, not good. not good enough for dad. not good enough to act like i care. just stare blankly through my eyes and see a meaningless insufferable event. feel the angry heat coming through the vent. i can't let out my feelings because they're against the law. i have to pick up all the spilled coleslaw. my hands with fingers exposed picked up the mess, you saw my figure posed, poised to please you, but you couldn't take it, so i threw bees at you. i fire bees at will from my hands with just a thought to guide me. i can deride you and climb a mountain, i can stuff my belly with pasta, i can stuff my bra with tissues, i can stuff my panties with cucumbers, i can stuff my mouth with pampers. i'm not fit to write this dreck, but i'm fit to inspect an imaginary body with my dirty fingers. after the inspection, the odor lingers.
use your mind to fantasize. try some roleplay on for size. do what you like, it's a waking dream. feel free to be a queen. this is your parade, this is your day. have your will, have your say. bend reality under your thumb. laugh at what you've now become.
click those heels, sarge. we're going to never never land, and i never want to stay up late again. i don't like to watch talk shows, i just like to sip chocolate milk when i'm wearing my clothes. when i'm naked it's another story. with a canadian accent i'll say "i'm sorry."