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So now I shake my fists ineffectually at the entire world realizing how powerless I really am.
I want a reason to live.
Funny, I don't particularly feel like a soulless bastard.
I am a man of constant sorrow.
But, who cares, right?
With a lack of particularly good drugs I have found that sleep is an acceptable substitute.
Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck.
"(Edited and Insubordinate)"
Ah, and how easily I folded. It didn't even take that much.
It seems that in any event it is only strange twists of fate that leave us, in plural yet small numbers, the used up, the broken,and the defamed ones and that through irony we become such.
I think the phrase we're looking for here is, "Oh, bell.".
Settling isn't the word I would use, but it's the first word that comes to mind.
So now I shake my fists ineffectually at the entire world realizing how powerless I really am.
*** I wouldn't want to sit at home, let alone work, this high.
I appear to be the bastard that broke the world. At least for everyone else.
I ate all but one piece of a medium sausage pizza from Domino's that Zhender left at the store. That is the height of self-disreguard in my humble opinion.
When men say "I love you" it doesn't always mean, "I love this." Somtimes it simply means I love you. We are incredibly simple animals for the most part.
*** The inane rantings of a man to himself.
So now I shake my fists ineffectually at the entire world realizing how powerless I really am.
Once again, I'm the prick.
Is there anything that I can't fuck up?
I'm always moody, so fuck off.
Help me, I'm in Hell.
"A Breeze is a Godsend"
Suffocation is a fear of mine.
In any event, complacency has driven me to try to aquire those things that I am familiar with in order to somehow fill the void within.
"...And who says you have to be alone?"
Hopelessness is that feeling where, no matter how fast or how far you run, you're really stuck in one spot. Kind of like a Stairmaster.
Thank God for previous clumbsiness and resin; 'cause I'm hammered."
Kindness, I think, is a self-defense for most folks created, for the most part, to relieve one's guilt.
"Is there anything I can do?"
Some people amuse me when they claim exclusion to basic human emotions like guilt, fear, jealousy, etc.
Boy, it sure is hot out here.
***Fuck your cell phone, rims, and baseball cap.
My teeth hurt and I'm angry all the time.
I feel profound about her, kleptomania and all.
"Soggy Fries"
I almost punched a cripple in the face today.
But hey, that's not a big deal because he isn't a cripple or handicapped - he's Handicapable!
But me, I'm just a fat guy.
Hey, and I'm a heartless bastard to boot.
Don't forget, I'm also a prick.
*There's a mental list of people that I have basically written off as being lame and must be avoided.
That list seems to grow day by day.*
Ah, just the way I like them; Used up and broken.
Pretty girls don't like me.
By the way:
Sweet Malee, there's a hole where your heart should be.
There, are you happy now, woman?
"Let me tell you about heartache & the loss of God..." -Jim Morrison, Now Listen to This
So now I shake my fists ineffectually at the entire world realizing how powerless I really am.
