preppylegend

I hate hospitals, i hate going to hospitals , i hate being in hospitals, i hate even thinking about them.

Right now that's about all i can muster, as i vaguely bounce around my apartment like a stoned pinball , desperately trying to find something, someone to take my mind of it.

Hospitals and garages, some of the only places that we only go to only when something is wrong (well giving birth i suppose , but there is still a lot of pain involved.)

I would like to go to one one day and just say "hey i am feeling particularly good today , would you be so kind as to giving me, say a graph or and x-ray to commemorate this glorious day, by displaying in detail all my bodily functions working in perfect harmony , without fault."

Pissed off , worried , lonely and ever so slightly stoned , i hope you all had a glorious weekend.

"The morning is dead
And the day is, too
There's nothing left here to meet me
But the velvet moon
All my loneliness I have felt today
It's like a little more than enough
To make a man throw himself away

Now the smiling portrait of you
Is still hangin' on my frowning wall
It really doesn't, really doesn't bother me too much at all
It's just the ever falling dust
That makes it so hard for me to see
That forgotten earring layin' on the floor
Facing coldly towards the door

So here I sit to face
That same old fire place
Gettin' ready for the same old explosion
Goin' through my mind
And soon enough time will tell,
About the circus in the wishing well
And someone who will buy and sell for me
Someone to toll my bell "