I wish they clipped
the wings off Icarus's back
before he took flight.

It would have been easier that way.

He could have stayed flightless,
some sort of meatsack
with little wax stumps
growing out of his back,
not unlike those of trees.

The story of Icarus
was not made to scare us
away from flying
too close to the sun.

The story of Icarus
was made to scare us
from flying at all.

well yeah,
i guess you could make anything sad
if you fought hard enough.

funny,
some people seem to fight pretty hard.

...

not me.

i figure, i'm alive to do things that make me happy, eh?
seems obvious enough.

but some people, man...
especially nowadays
some people love their sadness.

it never bothered me, you know
to each his own and everything,
except the ones who are really choosing it.

you know what i mean?
it's a reflex we all have:
you see somebody making a big deal over some petty ****,
you squash 'em.
you tell 'em, "stop whining buddy."

"aye, better luck next time."

"don't be a sore loser."

and that's half the world's problem, i swear it
is sore losers!
that right there is gonna get you in a lot of trouble...
and it's just downright wasteful!

i mean,
i just hate to see a good meatsack go spoiled.

be the juiciest meatsack,
i mean, really govern your meat
let your meaty dance of love
mean satan's defeat.

success is on the way
if you just arrange your meat
in the right configuration
for success to come your way.

and hey now, if it doesn't
well... don't you look at me
i slashed all of your tires
but i live inside the sea,

i'm just your secret admirer!
but that doesn't always mean
that i have the best intentions
for the peace inside your dream.

so juice on, little meatsack
i was joking, by the way
i guess i'm just the doctor
that welcomed you to this *******.

woops