Chicago
Whenever life resembles a bunch of decaying whale anuses, I try not to forget about the eventuality and festivity of ending up in a velvet-lined coffin some day.
And when life gets too fun, I try to remember the bad things attached to whatever, so that I won't quite miss the whatever when it dumps me on a stinking couch in fucking Cracow.
Case study. Right now, I am thinking: "Why am I writing this when I should be partying with Sarah Silverman? On the other hand, she DOES have a lot of armpit hair. Oh well!"
See my point? One is a chronic cynic to soften the blows life throws at you often at such a relentless pace.
Life is ups and downs but mostly downs (especially if you have Down's syndrome, I guess).
Try that crazy cynicism, go on, I know you want to. Shove it down the throats of your enemies. Stick it up the ass of stuck-up people in general. Lace it with some irony and you're on to a winner. Alternate irony with sarcasm and you will never feel happy enough to get shivers down your spine while listening to Chicago.
Hooray for my best buddies Mr Cynicism, Miss Irony, and Mrs Sarcasm. The big three, as I lovingly call them and wrap myself in their cold, shitty embrace, always ending up somewhere in the dark recesses of the Internet.
And when life gets too fun, I try to remember the bad things attached to whatever, so that I won't quite miss the whatever when it dumps me on a stinking couch in fucking Cracow.
Case study. Right now, I am thinking: "Why am I writing this when I should be partying with Sarah Silverman? On the other hand, she DOES have a lot of armpit hair. Oh well!"
See my point? One is a chronic cynic to soften the blows life throws at you often at such a relentless pace.
Life is ups and downs but mostly downs (especially if you have Down's syndrome, I guess).
Try that crazy cynicism, go on, I know you want to. Shove it down the throats of your enemies. Stick it up the ass of stuck-up people in general. Lace it with some irony and you're on to a winner. Alternate irony with sarcasm and you will never feel happy enough to get shivers down your spine while listening to Chicago.
Hooray for my best buddies Mr Cynicism, Miss Irony, and Mrs Sarcasm. The big three, as I lovingly call them and wrap myself in their cold, shitty embrace, always ending up somewhere in the dark recesses of the Internet.