Dec 10, 2008 12:18
Fighting for survival is such a boring Battle. I want to get into my car, I wanna drive out to Seattle- where the used record stores have much better prices. But I don't have a tire, And I don't have registration. Should I take another walk to the DMV? Get another learners permit with a Picture of me. I'd put it in my wallet, along with my four dollars, and the condom that's still in there- that has probably expired. I'd leave home for California, But Cali is where I'm from. I'm just looking for a way, to feel my lifes begun.
Living in the city, where I'm working like a walrus- But man I don't need your money. Man I'm gonna be an artist. Feeling like I wanna do whatever I feel inside. Put it down on paper and I'll hope that people buy it.And my only minor worry is how to pay the rent- but that won't even matter when I lose my apartment. Then I'll really have no worries. I'll be just like a cassette- that you've taped up the tabs up-to put something new on it. And when I meet somebody, God only knows what I will be.
And if there is no god, then it's an even better mystery.
Fighting for survival and I guess I must Be winning, and my story is so long, I can't remember the beginning.Am I an optimist? Or am I a pessimist? If I see a half empty half full cup: I say- Is half full, of nothingness.