somethingstupid

It's forty degrees outside and i'm burning. It feels like the web is telling me where to go, and i dont mean that in the pop up porn type of way, becuase I'm not in the mood. I spent the day happy working by the pool, working Sin City through my brain. How simple life would be if violence could be embraced. I would love to settle disputes with a dissapearence, with an untimely death, i would love such simplicity, but in this world of more lawyers and mass juristiction, even outside of these borders i am bound by some all seeing big brother wannabe, who keeps pressing the button, ending some tan kid's dream of ruling the dictatorship.

Drink up fools, the world's ending and there is nowhere to go. Everyone's going to burn, Christian, Muslim, and Jew, all of us are in for a hot one, the summer of 05 they'll scream like it was 01 and limp bizkit was taking the stage, how i wish it could've ended on that low note, but now we've secured enough oil to keep the machine rolling, to keep the big red button flashing, while some widescreen demagouge ponders the tao of steve, i wish it could just all fall down, all technology go away, i could watch Paris Hilton be torn apart by dogs, and all of those small minds that looked down at me, could look up my blade, oh how i wish i was born in a passed century. Then again who doesnt? All of these little girls think they should have been born in victorian england, or in my beloved romantics age, i wonder if this is becuase they think the clothes look pretty or the long for a world without b irth control women's rights, you've heard of that world, a world without Tampons.