Why I try not to think to much

[mestoph]

So I came to a rather interesting conclusion today. I spend entirely to much time thinking about death, specifically my own. Not in a suicidal way or anything, mind you. Much more a long the lines of how it'll happen, and what the after effects will be. I'm sure when it was that I became convinced that I'm not going to be one of the one's that get to go quiet and peaceful, but for the longest time now I've been convinced that I my existance will be terminated due to the actions of some outside influence. And I don't mean time or disease. I keep having flashes of myself biting it in a variety of ways, very few of which are pretty, and none of which I'll share here. And on that note I'll do what all the other cool kids are doing and leave you with my song of the day.

"Incomplete" - Bad Religion

Mother
Father
Look at your little monster
I'm a hero
I'm a zero
I'm the butt off the worst joke in history
I'm a lock without a key
A city with no door
A prayer without faith
A show without a score
I'm a bad word
A wink, a nod, a shiver
An untold story, sex without fury
A creeping gray memory
I am
Incomplete, Incomplete, Incomplete
Incomplete
Doctor
Cure me
What is the 'cause of my condition
This madness shoots me
Like bullets smashing glass in a silent movie
I'm a trap without a spring,
A temple with no god,
A jack without an ace,
The tip of your tongue,
I'm a promise, an unmailed letter,
An unbuilt motor, a deck without a joker,
A creeping gray memory
I am
Incomplete, Incomplete, Incomplete,
Incomplete
Tell Saint Peter not to bet on me
I am a naked obsession
A good intention gone bad
I am
Incomplete, Incomplete, Incomplete,
Incomplete,
Incomplete, Incomplete, Incomplete