Its always nice to be nice. So Im a nice guyits always nice to be nice. Thats a quote from a movie, I cant remember which. In my head I hear it said by a British dude, if that helps.
And thats the role Ive been giventhe nice guy, the funny one. Sweet, moderately harmless, whatever. I dont really mindI like smiles, I like laughs. I like making people smile and laugh. Even if its insincere.
Im nice to people I dont know, Im nice to people I dont likeIm a nice guy. Cos its nice to be nice.
And I have a tendency to say things the opposite of everyone else. Its hard work being different, but Ive got it down patyou just listen to what everyone else is saying, see what theyre doing, and do the opposite, say the opposite.
When you have 50 people saying the same thing, its easy to stand out, be different, be noticed its a conscious decisionI want to be remembered. Out of all the people that casually glide thru yr life, I wanna be the one that you remember at the end of the day.
I wanna be your storyYou know what someone said at work today?
Thats me. thats the bit part of life Ive been regulated.
I do it mostly to break the cycle of impersonal contact. So I ask absurd questions about muffins and pies and bagels. i comment on the room, atmosphere, color.
The music. The people.
I take what Im given and I make the best of it.
Sometimes Im rude to people, but Im always rude with a wink and a smile, I follow up with a personal questionmaybe something about cats. Something innocuous, non threatening.
Something so you feel like I really care. For that moment, we are the only ones in the room. Eye contact, body language, etc. etc. etc.
And I flirt constantly. I flirt with guys and girls alike. I think everyone likes to think theyre wanted, and I do what I can doits always nice to be nice, right?
I get it from my dadhe flirts with every girl he meets. Hes bad at itits a wonder he ever landed my mum.
Sometimes I say things more for the person Im with than the person Im talking to, but with everything I do and say, I make sure it stays on this side of Asshole.
My intention is never to offend, but to amuse. Sometimes it doesnt work and I come off as an asshole, but this is, generally, because Im off onna tough-guy jag. Every once inna while, I get tired of being the nice guy, of being funny, and the laughter and smiles feel like taunts, so I pull a tough-guy act. I pick a chicken and I pluck em.
And afterwards I feel better. I feel happier and ready to retain my nice-guy status.
Every man has a bully locked deep down inside of himmines a smart-ass. And the thing about tough-guys, its harder than hell to take the foot outta yr mouth.
I get the What The Fuck looksSammys is him rubbing his eyes and shaking his head. Sighing. When I ask, What? he gives me, Nothing, dude, nothing
So I feel better now. I feel better for writing this. Because what I have is an addictiona diseaseand I know what I did and I know why I did it. and admitting you have a problem is theuhfirst step to recovery and all that.
Knowings half the battle.
And so on.
So theres this kid, he has elephantiasishis legs are huge. Well, one leg is huge and the other ones big, but amputated at the knee. I always see him roaming around Peoria, rolling about in his electric wheelchair. He blasts raucous hip-hop, he sings along, smiling, laughing, talking shit. Hes always smiling or laughing or both, and that makes me smile. It makes me feel better knowing someone with as many problems as him has such a great outlook. I mean, his smallest problem is bigger than my biggest problem, you know? my shit aint shite.
So I finally talked to him, and guess what?
The kids off his fucking nutt! Hes crazy-fucking delusionalthats why hes always laughing and smiling and shit!
I guess you have to be kinda nutty to put up with all the shit he puts up with and still be laughing. The kid believes that theres a Superhero named RazorBack that fights crime around P-Town.
Hes met him.
His moms met him.
His brother fought himand lost. And his brother, Jonathan, is the toughest guy he knowshe once had his foot run-over and he didnt cry or scream or anythinghe wasnt even hurt. but RazorBack kicked his ass.
And he has a tail! RazorBack does, and its a strong tail. It can break bricks, and snap treesand crimes down 2% because of him.
Once he was being attacked by a psychopath and RazorBack saved his life.
The kids off his nutt.
He kept asking me if I was a superheroif I was him.
I just said, Nah, dude. Im just a janitor.
And he said, Well, yeah, by day
Then I smiled and said, Maybe yr right. Cos its always nice to be nice, even to delusional elephantiasis kids.
The way yr mind deals with things is amazing.
(I say kid because he acts like a kid, but hes my age23.)
Boop.
Coolest Vibrator EVER!
See the police man, notice the lonely man
How do you think he keeps his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from behind those shades
Feel the summer's crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
Its the surface sweat the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight
Irritated and constipated
And its all covered player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man with a gun
Riding that thin line between the program and the sun
And I don't hate you, tryin to relate to
Wishin you could find a trap door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
Ill die to pull the plug on your machine
And I just might just find somebody
And I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
And I just might just kill somebody
Can you see her?
She spends her whole day in a theater
Livin her time in the life that she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & goes she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence
But if they only knew
About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from comin through
Comin' across
At a loss for dialouge
Walkin through the fog
With her eyes closed & her mind gone
And now she lives in the films that she sees
And daydreams that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would snapped from the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers
Lovely little casestudy castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that matinee movie
And someday, oneday, when the credits roll
She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know what depth awake touches sleep
Make me walk the thin line between shallow and deep
And I just might just find somebody
And I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
And I just might just kill somebody(my body)
And thats the role Ive been giventhe nice guy, the funny one. Sweet, moderately harmless, whatever. I dont really mindI like smiles, I like laughs. I like making people smile and laugh. Even if its insincere.
Im nice to people I dont know, Im nice to people I dont likeIm a nice guy. Cos its nice to be nice.
And I have a tendency to say things the opposite of everyone else. Its hard work being different, but Ive got it down patyou just listen to what everyone else is saying, see what theyre doing, and do the opposite, say the opposite.
When you have 50 people saying the same thing, its easy to stand out, be different, be noticed its a conscious decisionI want to be remembered. Out of all the people that casually glide thru yr life, I wanna be the one that you remember at the end of the day.
I wanna be your storyYou know what someone said at work today?
Thats me. thats the bit part of life Ive been regulated.
I do it mostly to break the cycle of impersonal contact. So I ask absurd questions about muffins and pies and bagels. i comment on the room, atmosphere, color.
The music. The people.
I take what Im given and I make the best of it.
Sometimes Im rude to people, but Im always rude with a wink and a smile, I follow up with a personal questionmaybe something about cats. Something innocuous, non threatening.
Something so you feel like I really care. For that moment, we are the only ones in the room. Eye contact, body language, etc. etc. etc.
And I flirt constantly. I flirt with guys and girls alike. I think everyone likes to think theyre wanted, and I do what I can doits always nice to be nice, right?
I get it from my dadhe flirts with every girl he meets. Hes bad at itits a wonder he ever landed my mum.
Sometimes I say things more for the person Im with than the person Im talking to, but with everything I do and say, I make sure it stays on this side of Asshole.
My intention is never to offend, but to amuse. Sometimes it doesnt work and I come off as an asshole, but this is, generally, because Im off onna tough-guy jag. Every once inna while, I get tired of being the nice guy, of being funny, and the laughter and smiles feel like taunts, so I pull a tough-guy act. I pick a chicken and I pluck em.
And afterwards I feel better. I feel happier and ready to retain my nice-guy status.
Every man has a bully locked deep down inside of himmines a smart-ass. And the thing about tough-guys, its harder than hell to take the foot outta yr mouth.
I get the What The Fuck looksSammys is him rubbing his eyes and shaking his head. Sighing. When I ask, What? he gives me, Nothing, dude, nothing
So I feel better now. I feel better for writing this. Because what I have is an addictiona diseaseand I know what I did and I know why I did it. and admitting you have a problem is theuhfirst step to recovery and all that.
Knowings half the battle.
And so on.
So theres this kid, he has elephantiasishis legs are huge. Well, one leg is huge and the other ones big, but amputated at the knee. I always see him roaming around Peoria, rolling about in his electric wheelchair. He blasts raucous hip-hop, he sings along, smiling, laughing, talking shit. Hes always smiling or laughing or both, and that makes me smile. It makes me feel better knowing someone with as many problems as him has such a great outlook. I mean, his smallest problem is bigger than my biggest problem, you know? my shit aint shite.
So I finally talked to him, and guess what?
The kids off his fucking nutt! Hes crazy-fucking delusionalthats why hes always laughing and smiling and shit!
I guess you have to be kinda nutty to put up with all the shit he puts up with and still be laughing. The kid believes that theres a Superhero named RazorBack that fights crime around P-Town.
Hes met him.
His moms met him.
His brother fought himand lost. And his brother, Jonathan, is the toughest guy he knowshe once had his foot run-over and he didnt cry or scream or anythinghe wasnt even hurt. but RazorBack kicked his ass.
And he has a tail! RazorBack does, and its a strong tail. It can break bricks, and snap treesand crimes down 2% because of him.
Once he was being attacked by a psychopath and RazorBack saved his life.
The kids off his nutt.
He kept asking me if I was a superheroif I was him.
I just said, Nah, dude. Im just a janitor.
And he said, Well, yeah, by day
Then I smiled and said, Maybe yr right. Cos its always nice to be nice, even to delusional elephantiasis kids.
The way yr mind deals with things is amazing.
(I say kid because he acts like a kid, but hes my age23.)
Boop.
Coolest Vibrator EVER!
See the police man, notice the lonely man
How do you think he keeps his head on straight?
Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions
When he squints at the line from behind those shades
Feel the summer's crest, overdressed
So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
Its the surface sweat the nervous mess
Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight
Irritated and constipated
And its all covered player hated,funnelled and consolidated
Into the shell of one man with a gun
Riding that thin line between the program and the sun
And I don't hate you, tryin to relate to
Wishin you could find a trap door to escape through
But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
Ill die to pull the plug on your machine
And I just might just find somebody
And I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
And I just might just kill somebody
Can you see her?
She spends her whole day in a theater
Livin her time in the life that she would prefer
& she stirs nothing, comes & goes she wishes
Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence
But if they only knew
About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from comin through
Comin' across
At a loss for dialouge
Walkin through the fog
With her eyes closed & her mind gone
And now she lives in the films that she sees
And daydreams that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
If it was me, I would snapped from the sheer overanxiousness
of waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers
Lovely little casestudy castaway cutie
Masturbating in back of that matinee movie
And someday, oneday, when the credits roll
She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
Then we'll know what depth awake touches sleep
Make me walk the thin line between shallow and deep
And I just might just find somebody
And I just might just love somebody
And I just might just feel somebody
And I just might just kill somebody(my body)
i won't have my phone on me while on the dig, and sad to say, i wont have access to a computer either, its a very waldon pond sort of trip.
i don't analyze people, i just look at their pictures, and think "wow, this guy really likes pussy", or "whats with all the pics of girls with their legs up by their head"etc. its kinda funny. the most disturbing is when you look at a folder and its just filled with body parts, no pics of whole women, but thats kinds what they are here sort of.
i've got a shitty wedding to attend this weekend. and its in dekalb. so that means more driving for me, but that also means an excuse to buy booze (the mandatory wedding gift)
i will be in peoria on the third, for the fire works an stuff, i'll give you a ring. do you work on sunday?