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Where has my motivation gone? Did I pour it all in to that last paper I wrote? Is it sitting complacently in a drawer somewhere? Has it been left on the bus and should I go down to the lost and found to pick it up? Perhaps it ran away on it's own? But what does it fear if this is the case? Why are there more answers then questions.
Why am I, am I, am I, am I, so goddamned confused. It's been here all along, sitting on my sleeve. STUPID FUCKER. Why does everything need to be so do-gamed oblivious/obvious. ELLE FAIT TOUTE LA DIFFERENCE! Elle Elle. Elle Fell. Il, Il, ill. What's this making more sense now? C'est vrais!
The less I understand the more I get it or do I just think I get it, and do I actually less understand the more I get it. FTW! Fuck this world. No fuck me. See, now I can see, but it doesn't make much sense. I can't even decide what to wear how I can decide what to doo bee doo.
Good thing I have large legs and arms otherwise I'd just be a torso flopping around in a constant state of oblivious, or obvion? AH! but I'd be content because at least I'd have an excuse! Excuse me? Where be these excuses? Probably the same place as my motivation. But where is my motivation gone? Down the drain, ah yes, He got washed away with the stink. I remember, I saw him go, and I thought "well there goes my motivation." Know that one day he would return, I just didn't think he'd go on a holiday, and now I sit and wish I'd never (Wish I had) never had (wish I had) Never HAD (Let him go!) LET ME GO!
There he goes again.
Oh this is all to familiar.
Why am I, am I, am I, am I, so goddamned confused. It's been here all along, sitting on my sleeve. STUPID FUCKER. Why does everything need to be so do-gamed oblivious/obvious. ELLE FAIT TOUTE LA DIFFERENCE! Elle Elle. Elle Fell. Il, Il, ill. What's this making more sense now? C'est vrais!
The less I understand the more I get it or do I just think I get it, and do I actually less understand the more I get it. FTW! Fuck this world. No fuck me. See, now I can see, but it doesn't make much sense. I can't even decide what to wear how I can decide what to doo bee doo.
Good thing I have large legs and arms otherwise I'd just be a torso flopping around in a constant state of oblivious, or obvion? AH! but I'd be content because at least I'd have an excuse! Excuse me? Where be these excuses? Probably the same place as my motivation. But where is my motivation gone? Down the drain, ah yes, He got washed away with the stink. I remember, I saw him go, and I thought "well there goes my motivation." Know that one day he would return, I just didn't think he'd go on a holiday, and now I sit and wish I'd never (Wish I had) never had (wish I had) Never HAD (Let him go!) LET ME GO!
There he goes again.
Oh this is all to familiar.