if i had a nickel for every time..
i'd still be a lonely moron but covered in nickels...
careless withering...such a damp blanket. setting it on fire will ease the situation. if this was a page in a book, i'd rip it out and crumple it up. i cant keep reading the same lines over and over again. it gives me a headache. lots of things do.
happily. one day ruined doesnt matter. one special event, a weekend or two or five..doesnt matter in the long run. losing count is optimal. the definition of insanity is running into the same wall over and over again-repetion of the same mistakes without changing or learning. im trying to do both. carry me? ill jump off. better things come to those that run out of the burning building than those who stand there and piss themselves expecting someone to save them. every man for themselves, isnt THAT obvious! pish posh.
if i threw in the towel now, i'd be left naked, shivering and vulnerable. but hey whats new! throw me a bone and i'll politely place it somewhere were its no longer my problem but yours. fishing for this!!!
i woke up today, to mixed results. something to look forward to is better, but harder, than looking back. holding me back, you say? well isnt THAT obvious! thats ok. after insane repetition its a lot easier for things that used to upset me to lose their meaning. stature? perhaps. i need to weed this garden. yes my fingers will bleed, yes ill get dirt in my wounds and YES i may lose a limb or two to an infectious disease following, but at the end of the day my garden will be able to prosper. hands heal, but weeds dont go away unless you rip them out and destroy them.
this is like a machine. with my hair stuck in the gears. heh i almost said gills instead of gears. that wudnt make sense now wood it?
i'd take the opportunity for reimbursement with open arms, but you silly things dont expect me to stand here with my arms left wide open! i have a rigor mortis of sorts so im going to need to be pried open. whilst im busy with other things of course, but ill make time. what a commodity that has become.
the party bus is leavin! youre all going to have to beg for me to make room for yous tho, i'm tired of blowin in the wind.
and on that note---- bette davis looks like someone i know. good? bad? well idk shes dead now..
saliva salvia slavia?
i'd still be a lonely moron but covered in nickels...
careless withering...such a damp blanket. setting it on fire will ease the situation. if this was a page in a book, i'd rip it out and crumple it up. i cant keep reading the same lines over and over again. it gives me a headache. lots of things do.
happily. one day ruined doesnt matter. one special event, a weekend or two or five..doesnt matter in the long run. losing count is optimal. the definition of insanity is running into the same wall over and over again-repetion of the same mistakes without changing or learning. im trying to do both. carry me? ill jump off. better things come to those that run out of the burning building than those who stand there and piss themselves expecting someone to save them. every man for themselves, isnt THAT obvious! pish posh.
if i threw in the towel now, i'd be left naked, shivering and vulnerable. but hey whats new! throw me a bone and i'll politely place it somewhere were its no longer my problem but yours. fishing for this!!!
i woke up today, to mixed results. something to look forward to is better, but harder, than looking back. holding me back, you say? well isnt THAT obvious! thats ok. after insane repetition its a lot easier for things that used to upset me to lose their meaning. stature? perhaps. i need to weed this garden. yes my fingers will bleed, yes ill get dirt in my wounds and YES i may lose a limb or two to an infectious disease following, but at the end of the day my garden will be able to prosper. hands heal, but weeds dont go away unless you rip them out and destroy them.
this is like a machine. with my hair stuck in the gears. heh i almost said gills instead of gears. that wudnt make sense now wood it?
i'd take the opportunity for reimbursement with open arms, but you silly things dont expect me to stand here with my arms left wide open! i have a rigor mortis of sorts so im going to need to be pried open. whilst im busy with other things of course, but ill make time. what a commodity that has become.
the party bus is leavin! youre all going to have to beg for me to make room for yous tho, i'm tired of blowin in the wind.
and on that note---- bette davis looks like someone i know. good? bad? well idk shes dead now..
saliva salvia slavia?