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Follow me blindly into my pyramid of slumberous unrest.
Breathe in.
“Keep your arms and legs inside at all times”
This is the point of no return.
“Pregnant women and those with heart and respiratory problems should steer clear”
Prepare yourself.
Heart skip-a-beat and wipe the tell-tale beads of fear-sweat from your brow.
You’re no coward.
Then, in a moment of deliberate exaggeration I realise there is no temple.
“Think outside the box – if you truly believe you can achieve”
Generic catchphrase echo hollowly through my tinny conscience.
“It’ll be alright, you’ll see” – “You’re better off without her”
People don’t fear death, at least I don’t, they fear being forgotten.
The sad truth is all creatures die alone. Whether it’s your pet dog that crawls under the porch to whimper and rot, or your great uncle in his deathbed surrounded by family members wondering what he left them in his will. Both die as alone as each other.
I want to die in debt, preferably with a drug habit. I wont be forgotten then, I’ll be cursed from beyond this life, and my grave spat on and unvisited. But I’ll be there. A name on a list with a deficit of £100,000 – and in my cold tomb I’ll laugh.
But now my predicament is somewhat different.
To love or not to love?
Prissy menstrual moods engulf my very being.
Do I care?
It is true that there is a very thin line between love and hate. Before you hate someone you have to have loved them first. You can’t hate something you don’t care about. You can dislike, indeed, but not hate.
Do I want to be Mr. Normal?
With my wife and 2 kids.
Drive the kids to football practise on a Saturday morning in the mini-van and stop for ice cream on the way back. Live in a semi-detached box and pay my mortgage. Give all the love my soul can muster, then die from cancer/heart attack/stress aged 39 [delete as applicable]
Everyone thinks they are unique and somehow beyond the system.
You do, I know you do.
Accept it, you’re a tiny little cog in a huge machine. If you break, crack and collapse, the machine will steam on without you.
You’re almost certainly pointless.
Accept it.
What have you ever contributed that was worthwhile?
Accept it.
I don’t hate life, if that’s what you’re thinking.
I don’t think I can really.
There’s a thin line between love and hate.
To hate something truly, you’ve got to love it first.
Breathe in.
“Keep your arms and legs inside at all times”
This is the point of no return.
“Pregnant women and those with heart and respiratory problems should steer clear”
Prepare yourself.
Heart skip-a-beat and wipe the tell-tale beads of fear-sweat from your brow.
You’re no coward.
Then, in a moment of deliberate exaggeration I realise there is no temple.
“Think outside the box – if you truly believe you can achieve”
Generic catchphrase echo hollowly through my tinny conscience.
“It’ll be alright, you’ll see” – “You’re better off without her”
People don’t fear death, at least I don’t, they fear being forgotten.
The sad truth is all creatures die alone. Whether it’s your pet dog that crawls under the porch to whimper and rot, or your great uncle in his deathbed surrounded by family members wondering what he left them in his will. Both die as alone as each other.
I want to die in debt, preferably with a drug habit. I wont be forgotten then, I’ll be cursed from beyond this life, and my grave spat on and unvisited. But I’ll be there. A name on a list with a deficit of £100,000 – and in my cold tomb I’ll laugh.
But now my predicament is somewhat different.
To love or not to love?
Prissy menstrual moods engulf my very being.
Do I care?
It is true that there is a very thin line between love and hate. Before you hate someone you have to have loved them first. You can’t hate something you don’t care about. You can dislike, indeed, but not hate.
Do I want to be Mr. Normal?
With my wife and 2 kids.
Drive the kids to football practise on a Saturday morning in the mini-van and stop for ice cream on the way back. Live in a semi-detached box and pay my mortgage. Give all the love my soul can muster, then die from cancer/heart attack/stress aged 39 [delete as applicable]
Everyone thinks they are unique and somehow beyond the system.
You do, I know you do.
Accept it, you’re a tiny little cog in a huge machine. If you break, crack and collapse, the machine will steam on without you.
You’re almost certainly pointless.
Accept it.
What have you ever contributed that was worthwhile?
Accept it.
I don’t hate life, if that’s what you’re thinking.
I don’t think I can really.
There’s a thin line between love and hate.
To hate something truly, you’ve got to love it first.
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Follow me blindly into my pyramid of slumberous unrest.
Breathe in.
“Keep your arms and legs inside at all times”
This is the point of no return.
“Pregnant women and those with heart and respiratory problems should steer clear”
Prepare yourself.
Heart skip-a-beat and wipe the tell-tale beads of fear-sweat from your brow.
You’re no coward.
Then, in a moment of deliberate exaggeration I realise there is no temple.
“Think outside the box – if you truly believe you can achieve”
Generic catchphrase echo hollowly through my tinny conscience.
“It’ll be alright, you’ll see” – “You’re better off without her”
People don’t fear death, at least I don’t, they fear being forgotten.
The sad truth is all creatures die alone. Whether it’s your pet dog that crawls under the porch to whimper and rot, or your great uncle in his deathbed surrounded by family members wondering what he left them in his will. Both die as alone as each other.
I want to die in debt, preferably with a drug habit. I wont be forgotten then, I’ll be cursed from beyond this life, and my grave spat on and unvisited. But I’ll be there. A name on a list with a deficit of £100,000 – and in my cold tomb I’ll laugh.
But now my predicament is somewhat different.
To love or not to love?
Prissy menstrual moods engulf my very being.
Do I care?
It is true that there is a very thin line between love and hate. Before you hate someone you have to have loved them first. You can’t hate something you don’t care about. You can dislike, indeed, but not hate.
Do I want to be Mr. Normal?
With my wife and 2 kids.
Drive the kids to football practise on a Saturday morning in the mini-van and stop for ice cream on the way back. Live in a semi-detached box and pay my mortgage. Give all the love my soul can muster, then die from cancer/heart attack/stress aged 39 [delete as applicable]
Everyone thinks they are unique and somehow beyond the system.
You do, I know you do.
Accept it, you’re a tiny little cog in a huge machine. If you break, crack and collapse, the machine will steam on without you.
You’re almost certainly pointless.
Accept it.
What have you ever contributed that was worthwhile?
Accept it.
I don’t hate life, if that’s what you’re thinking.
I don’t think I can really.
There’s a thin line between love and hate.
To hate something truly, you’ve got to love it first.
Breathe in.
“Keep your arms and legs inside at all times”
This is the point of no return.
“Pregnant women and those with heart and respiratory problems should steer clear”
Prepare yourself.
Heart skip-a-beat and wipe the tell-tale beads of fear-sweat from your brow.
You’re no coward.
Then, in a moment of deliberate exaggeration I realise there is no temple.
“Think outside the box – if you truly believe you can achieve”
Generic catchphrase echo hollowly through my tinny conscience.
“It’ll be alright, you’ll see” – “You’re better off without her”
People don’t fear death, at least I don’t, they fear being forgotten.
The sad truth is all creatures die alone. Whether it’s your pet dog that crawls under the porch to whimper and rot, or your great uncle in his deathbed surrounded by family members wondering what he left them in his will. Both die as alone as each other.
I want to die in debt, preferably with a drug habit. I wont be forgotten then, I’ll be cursed from beyond this life, and my grave spat on and unvisited. But I’ll be there. A name on a list with a deficit of £100,000 – and in my cold tomb I’ll laugh.
But now my predicament is somewhat different.
To love or not to love?
Prissy menstrual moods engulf my very being.
Do I care?
It is true that there is a very thin line between love and hate. Before you hate someone you have to have loved them first. You can’t hate something you don’t care about. You can dislike, indeed, but not hate.
Do I want to be Mr. Normal?
With my wife and 2 kids.
Drive the kids to football practise on a Saturday morning in the mini-van and stop for ice cream on the way back. Live in a semi-detached box and pay my mortgage. Give all the love my soul can muster, then die from cancer/heart attack/stress aged 39 [delete as applicable]
Everyone thinks they are unique and somehow beyond the system.
You do, I know you do.
Accept it, you’re a tiny little cog in a huge machine. If you break, crack and collapse, the machine will steam on without you.
You’re almost certainly pointless.
Accept it.
What have you ever contributed that was worthwhile?
Accept it.
I don’t hate life, if that’s what you’re thinking.
I don’t think I can really.
There’s a thin line between love and hate.
To hate something truly, you’ve got to love it first.
If you're going to die in debt, make sure you have no next of kin that has to pick it up after you.
Haven't you posted this before?
No I haven't posted this before, jumping Jack flash, It's just a generic addition to my psycho-depressive collection of crap.
Hoho!
That makes two of us.
That makes two of us.
What aspect of this post was that a reply to, JT?
Paradox, I suggest you watch About Schmidt.
I think you will find it liberating.
I think you will find it liberating.
Mav wrote:
> Paradox, I suggest you watch About Schmidt.
>
> I think you will find it liberating.
In a bra-burning sense?
> Paradox, I suggest you watch About Schmidt.
>
> I think you will find it liberating.
In a bra-burning sense?
In a "ah, so life doesn't suck so much" sense.
Do you have it on DVD?
I'd like to borrow it.
I can't afford it, though.
I'll give it back.
I'd like to borrow it.
I can't afford it, though.
I'll give it back.
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