Hit hay ho my little tic-tac-toe... (nonsense)
This week has once more confirmed my paranoia... anytime you have a good weekend that means there's gonna be hell to pay during the week. Amazing within the first five minutes of your work week it can go from just another boring week to hell on earth. But at least we are almost halfway there. Another weekend will soon be up.
It's always a bad thing when you spend 70% of your life (Monday-Friday) wishing it was over (those days I mean, not my life. I wish it was far from over and moreover it entailed having 10-day weekends.) Kind of like when you realize that you spend 40% of your life give or take asleep. Unless you hit your insomniac phases like I do. Then maybe a mere 30% of your life.
Once more I have realized I need to pursue further educational brainwashing and sanity-anullment. I need to become more than a code monkey. Or at least a monkey tamer. whatever. Something that involves more brainpower (taming monkey's isn't easy you know) I will probably enroll in a summer class on Ordinary Differential Equations. Fun fun fun for the whole family. Hopefully that will be an in-road to greater things (i.e. more painful schooling).
Anyway hope everyone's week is going well (all two of you that read this journal). I hope to maybe write more stuff this week for your reading displeasure.
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Hum - "The Scientists"
Electrified and lit up by an outline of herself and smiling now as only she can be.
She said I made some new connections to astound them all in ways we've never dreamed about.
Her lovely hand is glowing from a light inside itself,
from soaking in the esters stacked for miles on a single shelf.
Holding my eyes still so she can see all the super-undercover custom hybrids got to me.
It's too much, you're too late, I want to see it all again.
She says keep this benzene ring around your finger,
and think of me when everything you wanted starts to end.
And I saw living lusters form in pools beneath her feet, invertebrates that only she can see.
And I said what on Earth are all these ampoules for,
she says exactly, we're not gonna wait around here anymore.
Systems back down slow, watch the dust cloud we send,
and I will keep you, I will keep you to the end.
Set your head back low, watch my ears ring,
I will take care of you, I will take care of everything.
Systems back down slow, watch the dust cloud we send,
and I will keep you, I will keep you to the end.
Set your head back low, watch my ears ring,
I will take care of you, I will take care of everything.
It's too much, you're too late, too much, you're too late.
Piloting my head spins to the ground,
and I think I see myself again through the pinhole,
but the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
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It's always a bad thing when you spend 70% of your life (Monday-Friday) wishing it was over (those days I mean, not my life. I wish it was far from over and moreover it entailed having 10-day weekends.) Kind of like when you realize that you spend 40% of your life give or take asleep. Unless you hit your insomniac phases like I do. Then maybe a mere 30% of your life.
Once more I have realized I need to pursue further educational brainwashing and sanity-anullment. I need to become more than a code monkey. Or at least a monkey tamer. whatever. Something that involves more brainpower (taming monkey's isn't easy you know) I will probably enroll in a summer class on Ordinary Differential Equations. Fun fun fun for the whole family. Hopefully that will be an in-road to greater things (i.e. more painful schooling).
Anyway hope everyone's week is going well (all two of you that read this journal). I hope to maybe write more stuff this week for your reading displeasure.
--
Hum - "The Scientists"
Electrified and lit up by an outline of herself and smiling now as only she can be.
She said I made some new connections to astound them all in ways we've never dreamed about.
Her lovely hand is glowing from a light inside itself,
from soaking in the esters stacked for miles on a single shelf.
Holding my eyes still so she can see all the super-undercover custom hybrids got to me.
It's too much, you're too late, I want to see it all again.
She says keep this benzene ring around your finger,
and think of me when everything you wanted starts to end.
And I saw living lusters form in pools beneath her feet, invertebrates that only she can see.
And I said what on Earth are all these ampoules for,
she says exactly, we're not gonna wait around here anymore.
Systems back down slow, watch the dust cloud we send,
and I will keep you, I will keep you to the end.
Set your head back low, watch my ears ring,
I will take care of you, I will take care of everything.
Systems back down slow, watch the dust cloud we send,
and I will keep you, I will keep you to the end.
Set your head back low, watch my ears ring,
I will take care of you, I will take care of everything.
It's too much, you're too late, too much, you're too late.
Piloting my head spins to the ground,
and I think I see myself again through the pinhole,
but the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
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