i'm simply bursting at the seams. this is what they call mania. and now that i have begun to sip my coffee, the rocket fuel is building into a nuclear reaction. i dance in my mind while the walking dead lumber around me, skulking into hidden offices to numb their skulls.
in a fit of life, the spasms and the fits turn into a sort of dance...like booji boy in his playpen. hell, i'll even wear the mask!
all you fuckers out there keep telling me how to live and what to think and how to behave and what i should do. well, from my current perspective i realize that all the discord i feel is because i actually listen to you sometimes. if i'd just ignore all that bullshit, then i could live and die naturally which translates to happily. and no, i don't want to discuss this seriousely. i'd rather laugh at all the unfortunate time spent dipping into your pouches only to come up with rotted leaves.
let's fly or be invisible. let's fly or be invisible. let's fly or be invisible.
it's the dream of a Pepsi nation!
Let's settle into the grand golden eternal shrine of the smirk. Let's usher in the death of irony! Oh wait...that's impossible. Irony has such a stranglehold on you, yes you, that any emotion expressed without savvy, without an aw-shucks smirk, without a tip-of-the-hat to irony, is compared to the grunts of a retarded child.
That's okay...I'll travel through this dumb culture and still say the things that need to be said.
-s6
in a fit of life, the spasms and the fits turn into a sort of dance...like booji boy in his playpen. hell, i'll even wear the mask!
all you fuckers out there keep telling me how to live and what to think and how to behave and what i should do. well, from my current perspective i realize that all the discord i feel is because i actually listen to you sometimes. if i'd just ignore all that bullshit, then i could live and die naturally which translates to happily. and no, i don't want to discuss this seriousely. i'd rather laugh at all the unfortunate time spent dipping into your pouches only to come up with rotted leaves.
let's fly or be invisible. let's fly or be invisible. let's fly or be invisible.
it's the dream of a Pepsi nation!
Let's settle into the grand golden eternal shrine of the smirk. Let's usher in the death of irony! Oh wait...that's impossible. Irony has such a stranglehold on you, yes you, that any emotion expressed without savvy, without an aw-shucks smirk, without a tip-of-the-hat to irony, is compared to the grunts of a retarded child.
That's okay...I'll travel through this dumb culture and still say the things that need to be said.
-s6
unravled:
Well said, my dear.