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You'll never know. I'll tell you though. You are a worthless human being, mister/missus [insert name]. People laugh at you, hell I ain't kiddin' either.
Don't feel bad, it's in your nature to be a jerk. Inadequacy is in your genes, buddy. Hey, at least it'll be a cheap funeral for the state to pay for. "'Bloody gums Murphy' was a nice fella, and enjoyed playing the 'Susaphone'." A bit of a sing-song and a few paid mourners later, and you're wormfood.
All that pride in your so called achievements is mis-placed. I mean, what use are you in the grand scheme of things? A number on a piece of paper. Not even that if you don't vote. You're tax-sterling to an uncaring government. Living revenue without a voice. You have something to say? So who wants to hear it? Your parents? They have to listen to you. Obligation you see. Mummies little soldier. Find some love, feel happy for a while, but don't let that delude you. In a hundred years your name will be as foreign as Hieroglyphics. Your life may crop up in a funny story told by someone you'll never know, your name changed of course. Don't feel bad, that's how it works. No changing what can't be changed. You're only a hero in your own mind. Incredibly powerful emotions and profound mystical philosophies disappear, never to be fully explored.
Pessimism is a b*tch.
Don't feel bad, it's in your nature to be a jerk. Inadequacy is in your genes, buddy. Hey, at least it'll be a cheap funeral for the state to pay for. "'Bloody gums Murphy' was a nice fella, and enjoyed playing the 'Susaphone'." A bit of a sing-song and a few paid mourners later, and you're wormfood.
All that pride in your so called achievements is mis-placed. I mean, what use are you in the grand scheme of things? A number on a piece of paper. Not even that if you don't vote. You're tax-sterling to an uncaring government. Living revenue without a voice. You have something to say? So who wants to hear it? Your parents? They have to listen to you. Obligation you see. Mummies little soldier. Find some love, feel happy for a while, but don't let that delude you. In a hundred years your name will be as foreign as Hieroglyphics. Your life may crop up in a funny story told by someone you'll never know, your name changed of course. Don't feel bad, that's how it works. No changing what can't be changed. You're only a hero in your own mind. Incredibly powerful emotions and profound mystical philosophies disappear, never to be fully explored.
Pessimism is a b*tch.
ßora† §agdiyeV wrote:
> Where joint is mafia slang for 'a house or living quarters'.
My brain hurts.
> Where joint is mafia slang for 'a house or living quarters'.
My brain hurts.
Where joint is mafia slang for 'a house or living quarters'.
Perhaps I need a joint.
Hah. Relevance = all important.
You'll never know. I'll tell you though. You are a worthless human being, mister/missus [insert name]. People laugh at you, hell I ain't kiddin' either.
Don't feel bad, it's in your nature to be a jerk. Inadequacy is in your genes, buddy. Hey, at least it'll be a cheap funeral for the state to pay for. "'Bloody gums Murphy' was a nice fella, and enjoyed playing the 'Susaphone'." A bit of a sing-song and a few paid mourners later, and you're wormfood.
All that pride in your so called achievements is mis-placed. I mean, what use are you in the grand scheme of things? A number on a piece of paper. Not even that if you don't vote. You're tax-sterling to an uncaring government. Living revenue without a voice. You have something to say? So who wants to hear it? Your parents? They have to listen to you. Obligation you see. Mummies little soldier. Find some love, feel happy for a while, but don't let that delude you. In a hundred years your name will be as foreign as Hieroglyphics. Your life may crop up in a funny story told by someone you'll never know, your name changed of course. Don't feel bad, that's how it works. No changing what can't be changed. You're only a hero in your own mind. Incredibly powerful emotions and profound mystical philosophies disappear, never to be fully explored.
Pessimism is a b*tch.
Don't feel bad, it's in your nature to be a jerk. Inadequacy is in your genes, buddy. Hey, at least it'll be a cheap funeral for the state to pay for. "'Bloody gums Murphy' was a nice fella, and enjoyed playing the 'Susaphone'." A bit of a sing-song and a few paid mourners later, and you're wormfood.
All that pride in your so called achievements is mis-placed. I mean, what use are you in the grand scheme of things? A number on a piece of paper. Not even that if you don't vote. You're tax-sterling to an uncaring government. Living revenue without a voice. You have something to say? So who wants to hear it? Your parents? They have to listen to you. Obligation you see. Mummies little soldier. Find some love, feel happy for a while, but don't let that delude you. In a hundred years your name will be as foreign as Hieroglyphics. Your life may crop up in a funny story told by someone you'll never know, your name changed of course. Don't feel bad, that's how it works. No changing what can't be changed. You're only a hero in your own mind. Incredibly powerful emotions and profound mystical philosophies disappear, never to be fully explored.
Pessimism is a b*tch.