sometimes I think there might not be a tomorrow so my time can't be wasted in any established institution.
whoops, there I go, wasting. whoops, there goes the future.
band together,weird brothers.
a half assed attempt from one of us equates to a hundred ten percent from one of the others. but what difference would it make? there's like, a hundred million of them & only one of me.
we're already snuffed out by the numbers.
so we throw ourselves off track; it's some what hypocritical - but hey - at least we're following our hearts or whatever ***** we think is the most vital.
simple existence is the biggest shame. for the love of god. you'll rot if you stay for the spindle, drilling yer spiel & teething on the tiers, stagnating in the famous cesspools of shalott. settle in, ferment to liquidity.
Imma just watch yall waiting for the day your stocking feet curl up & die beneath the mortgage, leaving the zirconia slippers of a dream seeing red.
be clean be neat be nice be right be alive & smile but not too much.
that's the tell to tell em something's up, the specimen are not disrupted or adapting to challenge of being ****** with these conditions. they appear to be happy.
"...The world is full of educated derelicts...." -Coolidge.