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I am troubled, because it has just occurred to me that I have nothing to say on the subject of LIFE & EVERYTHING.
That makes me dead, doesn’t it? Maybe undead.
Hold on! A thought has just sleazed into my mind like an LA streetwalker.... No, it's gone.
Why am I so bored with existence? Truly and deeply (not superficially) bored to tears, to death. Life and its glitzy fairground attractions have no appeal. Every ride is pointless to my eyes. They just go round and round and round. A to Z then back to A again. I laugh the mad tormented laugh of Sisyphus. I'd kill myself in protest, but that is just pointless too.
So what keeps you going? I just wonder, cos I'm as empty as a pimp's soul.
That makes me dead, doesn’t it? Maybe undead.
Hold on! A thought has just sleazed into my mind like an LA streetwalker.... No, it's gone.
Why am I so bored with existence? Truly and deeply (not superficially) bored to tears, to death. Life and its glitzy fairground attractions have no appeal. Every ride is pointless to my eyes. They just go round and round and round. A to Z then back to A again. I laugh the mad tormented laugh of Sisyphus. I'd kill myself in protest, but that is just pointless too.
So what keeps you going? I just wonder, cos I'm as empty as a pimp's soul.
A pink cadillac with zebra skin interior, a purple suit, a diamante tie, a gold tooth - you can be that pandering punkdaddy. Start saving the pennies! I see your neon future... perhaps in Blackpool, the slapper capital.
well, if you were as empty as a pimps HOLE that'd be ok.
I am troubled, because it has just occurred to me that I have nothing to say on the subject of LIFE & EVERYTHING.
That makes me dead, doesn’t it? Maybe undead.
Hold on! A thought has just sleazed into my mind like an LA streetwalker.... No, it's gone.
Why am I so bored with existence? Truly and deeply (not superficially) bored to tears, to death. Life and its glitzy fairground attractions have no appeal. Every ride is pointless to my eyes. They just go round and round and round. A to Z then back to A again. I laugh the mad tormented laugh of Sisyphus. I'd kill myself in protest, but that is just pointless too.
So what keeps you going? I just wonder, cos I'm as empty as a pimp's soul.
That makes me dead, doesn’t it? Maybe undead.
Hold on! A thought has just sleazed into my mind like an LA streetwalker.... No, it's gone.
Why am I so bored with existence? Truly and deeply (not superficially) bored to tears, to death. Life and its glitzy fairground attractions have no appeal. Every ride is pointless to my eyes. They just go round and round and round. A to Z then back to A again. I laugh the mad tormented laugh of Sisyphus. I'd kill myself in protest, but that is just pointless too.
So what keeps you going? I just wonder, cos I'm as empty as a pimp's soul.