Ladies and gentlemen we all know how frustrating it can be to say one thing but mean two things and have it intepreted as something else. And THEN you try to set things straight but it's just too...gay, to be set straight.

Ladies and gentlemen I think I know what I'm talking about when I say I have nothing else to offer on that topic.

Have you been a good person?
Because I've been whipped to di what I'm supposed to do, to carry out tasks that are 'right' for me.

There you are laughing and being merry.
I'm mourning the loss of my newborn infant.

Someone down the road got a new television and everyone's gathered to enjoy it.
I'm struggling to keep food on the table. Maybe if I had a table it'd make more sense.

Wake up to a beautiful morning.
Sleep knowing you'll never wake up, this is your last night.

There's a stupid song playing now I need new music.
Done.

I dunno if that was all peasimistic. The other side of things? Hidden sorrows? Quiet struggles. Quite a struggle. But maybe there's a beauty to everything, a charm that only pain and suffering carries. They are catalysts for great things. The protein powder of spiritual growth hahahahaha.

So?

So kiss your salary goodbye cos I'm not gonna take anymore of your shit. Your assistance has become more of a disturbance, you are a hindrance to my success. This is a one man project and that is what I am, One Man. Please gather your belongings and make your way out of the lab, you should at least be half familiar with the layout of the lab.

I'm sorry, I meant to say I'd like to order a large bowl of cerebral fluid. Did you get that? Or am I supposed to speak into your troubled past, in an efffort to ease the turbulence of times long gone. Nay, that cannot be done. So we'll go to bed instead, how's that sound?

No wait, I'll go to bed and you'll go away.

K nvm brb, afk ttm







LOL





Hello,
Its morning and you're all washed up washes out washed away

Labels: no ligaments

What goes here?

Well I'll try to simplify things by oversimplifying then convoluting. Ultimate spindry treatment, not too good for your lungs, works all the same.

So what do we have here.

My first flavour is chocolate. It says chocolate, looks and smells chocolate. Kinda tastes chocolate. So its my first, and I kinda like it. Quite sure I like it, look forward to it everyday. First thing in the morning, on my mind throughout the day and waiting for me at night. Waiting for the waking moment when consciousness floods the void through action.

But what if I'm not so sure about it? Will it really work? Is what they say about it even real to begin with. So I don't know. Say, I decide to cast some doubt. So I'll say goodbye to it and live without it, everything else per normal. And maybe if I keep getting stronger, then I'm sure that it didn't work. Was better without it in the first place.

But then someone might come along and use it instead? Could it work for them? Why didn't it work for me? Was my water too cold or too little, not enough mind over matter? Did the plates matter?

And then what. I start feeling like something's missing, and I wanna get back to using it. Can I? Will it work for me this time? Or is it selective, and I'm not selected.

Maybe its the flavour. I gots to get another flavour. But I dunno, I like chocolate. Vanilla is icky, strawberry's too sickly and cookies and cream won't go down as easily. So I'm stuck with chocolate.

Looks like I can't do anything about, just use what I have and go with the flow. It don't matter if I got it or not, cos at the end of the day I will be the judge of me. And I will have my own competition, where I will scrutinize myself then award me the gold medal. Maybe the silver and bronze too, if I'm in the mood.

So I guess then, the question now, at this time of the night, when I'm supposed to be waiting for my next dose, is 'where art thou, chocolit?'.

But of course I know the answer. And goodst shaker, thine mocking stare doth make me weep in silence, the whispers of my soul thy clearly hear. Thine motto of shut up and traineth is truly a guiding light in this tunnel of mine mind.





Hello,
There is no 'me' in 'you'

Labels: monstrothimisticism, no ligaments