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I was at the bookstore tonight and read something and thought holy shit that's fucking rad and it helped make sense of things in a really superficial kind of way but still that's better then nothing. Its even better then run on sentences and pointing out the obvious.
And one day I know I will be able to say exactly what I want.
We'll go out at 3am and talk and get everything sorted out. We'll laugh and eat ice cream and before you know it the sun will rise and then set again. And I wish you were here right now.
Tonight I am going to go to sleep more confused then I have ever been in my entire life.
But that's ok. I've got nothing to do for the next month and couldn't be happier. I can sit in this little box and think and read and write and count and stare and pull hair off my arm hoping to hear that cartoon PING noise. Or is it BOING.
The important thing is that it really doesn't matter.
Wow. I haven't done a goddamn thing today. Woke up late. Watched some
Real World and COPS!. I had cereal and orange juice. It's after 4 now.
Maybe I'll go to the gym and run for awhile.
I probably should go out and do something tonight but leaving my house
has become such a task. I'd have to put on pants and a shirt and tie my
shoes. Blech. I'm pretty happy in my dark little cave. It smells kind of
old but I'm used to it.
The biggest dilemma I've got right now is whether or not I like mustard.
Sometimes it's kind of good. I like turkey sandwiches with mustard. And
when I go out for Chinese food I like to dip crispy noodles in that
really fucking hot sinus clearing mustard. But most of the time I don't
want mustard anywhere near my food.
Why can't I just like mustard all the time? Ketchup goes good with
everything. BBQ sauce goes good with everything. Mustard just doesn't do
it for me.
I hate mayo a whole lot though. Blech. If I was in charge I would outlaw
mayo. It smells bad and has a funny yellow tint to it. How the fuck did
they invent that stuff anyway?
Ketcup and bbq sauce come from tomatoes. Mustard comes from mustard
seeds. I am almost positive that there isn't a mayo plant anywhere.
Maybe mayo is just rotten vanilla pudding.
Can feet shrink? I think my feet are getting smaller or maybe my shoes
are getting bigger. My shoes keep falling off. Quit playing tricks on me
dickwad.
Pink Floyd-The Trial
Good morning worm your honour
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honour
If they'd let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today
Crazy, toys in the attic, I am crazy
Truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy, toys in the attic, he is crazy
You little shit, you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should've talked to me more often than you did
But no, you had to go your own way
Have you broken any homes up lately?
"Just five minutes worm your honour
Him and me alone"
Babe
Come to mother baby
Let me hold you in my arms
M'lord, I never wanted him to get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm your honour, let me take him home
Crazy, over the rainbow, I am crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible
There's no need for the jury to retire
In all my years of judging I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law
The way you made them suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to defecate
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall
And one day I know I will be able to say exactly what I want.
We'll go out at 3am and talk and get everything sorted out. We'll laugh and eat ice cream and before you know it the sun will rise and then set again. And I wish you were here right now.
Tonight I am going to go to sleep more confused then I have ever been in my entire life.
But that's ok. I've got nothing to do for the next month and couldn't be happier. I can sit in this little box and think and read and write and count and stare and pull hair off my arm hoping to hear that cartoon PING noise. Or is it BOING.
The important thing is that it really doesn't matter.
Wow. I haven't done a goddamn thing today. Woke up late. Watched some
Real World and COPS!. I had cereal and orange juice. It's after 4 now.
Maybe I'll go to the gym and run for awhile.
I probably should go out and do something tonight but leaving my house
has become such a task. I'd have to put on pants and a shirt and tie my
shoes. Blech. I'm pretty happy in my dark little cave. It smells kind of
old but I'm used to it.
The biggest dilemma I've got right now is whether or not I like mustard.
Sometimes it's kind of good. I like turkey sandwiches with mustard. And
when I go out for Chinese food I like to dip crispy noodles in that
really fucking hot sinus clearing mustard. But most of the time I don't
want mustard anywhere near my food.
Why can't I just like mustard all the time? Ketchup goes good with
everything. BBQ sauce goes good with everything. Mustard just doesn't do
it for me.
I hate mayo a whole lot though. Blech. If I was in charge I would outlaw
mayo. It smells bad and has a funny yellow tint to it. How the fuck did
they invent that stuff anyway?
Ketcup and bbq sauce come from tomatoes. Mustard comes from mustard
seeds. I am almost positive that there isn't a mayo plant anywhere.
Maybe mayo is just rotten vanilla pudding.
Can feet shrink? I think my feet are getting smaller or maybe my shoes
are getting bigger. My shoes keep falling off. Quit playing tricks on me
dickwad.
Pink Floyd-The Trial
Good morning worm your honour
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honour
If they'd let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today
Crazy, toys in the attic, I am crazy
Truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy, toys in the attic, he is crazy
You little shit, you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should've talked to me more often than you did
But no, you had to go your own way
Have you broken any homes up lately?
"Just five minutes worm your honour
Him and me alone"
Babe
Come to mother baby
Let me hold you in my arms
M'lord, I never wanted him to get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm your honour, let me take him home
Crazy, over the rainbow, I am crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible
There's no need for the jury to retire
In all my years of judging I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law
The way you made them suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to defecate
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall