ANYONE WHO SAYS THEY DON'T WANT THE AMERICAN DREAM IS A FUCKING LIAR! Oh, you disagree shitface? So what do you want outta life? I DON'T KNOW, BUT I DON'T NEED MONEY AND A LITTLE MRS. TO KEEP ME HAPPY? Oh, really? Happy on your own are ya? Fine. Go ahead and keep pushin' that envelope, fighting a system that doesn't even know your name. Does a cop ever call you by name when he pulls you over? Nope, It's license and registration, cause he doesn't know you or care about you. Your a signal, a traffic stop. Don't worry about money, whelp, buddy boy, that's cause you still live with mommy and daddy. Anyone who makes money cause they have to worries about money. Anybody that lives on thier own is lonely. Everyone wants a wife or husband, 2.5 kids, nice house, manicured lawn, a car that runs good. Everyone wants to buy out thier fears with money. I had a dream last night that I won $125,000 on the stock-market, and I woke up totally refreshed. Noone wants worry.
Sometimes I get lonely, turn on all the lights, make alot of noise. Convince myself I have alot to do. Keep purpose about me. I'll vacuum, dust, dig up old crap to give to the good will. See, I'm a good guy, helping humanity. Making a differance. Then reality starts to seep in. I'll put in a movie, something cheerful. Harry Potter or Transformers.Something childish. I try to give an air of celebration. Make it feal like Christmas at home. (Back when I still had a home.) I can almost taste the candycanes, smell the ham, hear laughter. Then the movie goes off, and I'm just sitting there.
Why am I saying all this? Cause I'm sick of casual sex, and being 'out there' and trying to give purpose where there is none. Shit, I was born tired. Who am I talking to? I don't know. Who wants to get a drink?
Sometimes I get lonely, turn on all the lights, make alot of noise. Convince myself I have alot to do. Keep purpose about me. I'll vacuum, dust, dig up old crap to give to the good will. See, I'm a good guy, helping humanity. Making a differance. Then reality starts to seep in. I'll put in a movie, something cheerful. Harry Potter or Transformers.Something childish. I try to give an air of celebration. Make it feal like Christmas at home. (Back when I still had a home.) I can almost taste the candycanes, smell the ham, hear laughter. Then the movie goes off, and I'm just sitting there.
Why am I saying all this? Cause I'm sick of casual sex, and being 'out there' and trying to give purpose where there is none. Shit, I was born tired. Who am I talking to? I don't know. Who wants to get a drink?
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oh yeah i had the oppertunity in junior high to be in the video.....thank goodness i declined...my friends all are in it with big and poofy hair.....the best going to a theme park years later and sitting in the eating hall where they show videos and it comes on...and they have to relive their horrible junior high exsistence