my heart has been broken again this morning. this time, err... by myself. um... again. the exrection of tasty love eggs from my ovaries brings forth a rise of stupid fucking questions. mostly ill keep them to myself. i wonder though, if everything will be different soon.
that said, ive recently been haunted by the little songy thingy "im a little teapot." its fucking communist propoganda. as you see, the title of the song is "im a little teapot," so presumably, when we sing it, we personify the tea pot. but at the end, we say "tip ME over and pour ME out." we become both tea and teapot. which is to say, we become workers in possession of the means of manufacture.
so the point is, dont ever let anyone tell you that we should have a classless society because it's godless propaganda from the hordes of the east. if we can call them men, then we must turn our heads away in shame.
ps. i dont know what to do with my life besides sleep forever. good night.
that said, ive recently been haunted by the little songy thingy "im a little teapot." its fucking communist propoganda. as you see, the title of the song is "im a little teapot," so presumably, when we sing it, we personify the tea pot. but at the end, we say "tip ME over and pour ME out." we become both tea and teapot. which is to say, we become workers in possession of the means of manufacture.
so the point is, dont ever let anyone tell you that we should have a classless society because it's godless propaganda from the hordes of the east. if we can call them men, then we must turn our heads away in shame.
ps. i dont know what to do with my life besides sleep forever. good night.
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.dammit, that didnt turn out the way i wanted it to..
[Edited on Jan 08, 2004 12:27AM]