madcapkid

My room is a wrecking zone. How is it after my dove left my room became messier, you would think that an animal that sheds it's feathers everywhere and poops anywhere else would make a worse mess.

More pet bad news, my mom put down the last cat I will ever own, the reason for the execution? He looked depressed... yes my mother and grandmother may be insane. I would understand if the cat came up with a noose in his mouth, but for god sakes.

Death, the ultimate multiplication by zero, it is a scary thing; I can almost defend why people would want to picture a heaven, or an afterlife at all. However I will not defend it; it cheapens this life which I think is the one we should focus on making better.

So my new little blurb about me is actually a heavily shortened dialogue about me that happened. I overheard it a while ago when I was locked in the drunk tank for squatting in Moncton... it seemed fitting.

I suppose I know a few things that most people do not know, and I know if I were to get dressed properly and act with respect I could have a career in no time. Maybe own that house in the 'burbs and a big car, then I could slowly grow apathetic about life and only worry about the bills, the lawn and who my kids are hanging out with (hopefully no hooligans or free-thinkers, I want my kids to have a future!)

I am convinced there is nothing like the slow death of suburbia, but I may be wrong.

I would rather be a free variable