January
Date: Tuesday, January 18, 2000 (12:42:02)
From: harijan
Certain people are friends with other people
But what people think of others
And what others think of people
Aren't even the same
And so the interaction between what you think
They think and what they really think
Is how people misunderstand each other
People thinking their closer
Than they are or wanting
The other to act closer
Which from the other person's view seems
To be trying to get closer to someone
Who doesn't want it.
Is how people misunderstand each other
I don't think that's it. I'm sorry I don't have more.
Do they just put more emphasis than others?
The bad think the good are close minded and So don't listen
The good think the bad are evil and trying to defile them
So don't listen
If you master figuring people out what other people are
Then you can exploit it. Be a sociopath.
The smarter you are the faster you figure this out
The more powerful, or if too good then insane.
The most powerful are just insane that
You can tolerate
To be strong you must be smart at people
Smarter than they realize.
When they know
They think your dumb
You have to realize who's better
But if your ignorant of their
Rules, you are a kid who doesn't
Understand and is super best friends
With everybody
So is it better to be a kid?
Who says really?
Who says which is better?
The adults.
Cause they want to rationalize their suckLives. "this is life. Become
Like us and hate it."
AXE THE MAN. HEAD ON THE BLOCK, NIGHT OF STONE WALLS AND STEEL RODS
They want life to be perfect
Perfect guy girl man woman friend
To spend life with
Cereal in an orange bowl
With glass of Orange Juice
GIANT JUMPING JELLY BEAN
Disturbing dream
Maybe it was a dream
But one day I woke up
Went to my jelly bean silo
And sat like I did everyday
(I guess it was my job or something)
I just sat on the jelly beans
Maybe I'm just a kid and don't
Feel like I have to wok
That was the day the delivery came
A giant crate taller than me
A big truck dropped it off
And left I opened the box curiously
And a giant bean rolled out
Puzzled I stepped up and pushed it
Nothing.
Then it bounced
Once and a gain
Soon it was bouncing like a ball
Then out the door with one
Huge leap.
Across the town
Crushing cars and buildings
As I chased it.
Kind of rolled and bounced
Eventually it started rolling
Bouncing up a hill and I caught it.Then it rolled back on me
And back down the hill as I chased.
Then at the bottom I caught it
and the truck came and
drove him back to my
jelly bean silo.
[picture of a jelly bean on stand as in museum with a sign "Giant Jumping
Jelly Bean"]
Go flyingGraspingLeavingIt's over and I'm going to sleep
Subj: Who's got the power that be my question, the mass of the few in this torn nation, tha pries, tha book, or tha congregation
Date: Wednesday, January 26, 2000 (09:46:56 -0000)
From: J-Money
I am dumb
just playing my game
still the same
it's all in the name
things will never change
And if that's the way I feel
And I have no strength left to bend
I shouldn't dwell on life over here
because all bad things will come to an end
I am dumb
just playing my game
still the same......
Febuary
Date: Saturday, Febuary 5, 2000 (08:53:56)
From: harijan
My friends, It is time for conspiracy
First off, Blockbuster video. Formed back in 1985 it is
now the number one entertainment store in the world. Why? Because they are a money
laundering front for organized crime. My suspicions were aroused when I was
applying for employment and they made me sign numerous papers affirming that
I would not give out their "trade secrets?" to other competing stores. It
seemed innocent at first, but what kind of trade secrets does Blockbuster
have? Honestly now. They get movies and rent them. Oooh, big secrets. So
they must be hiding something. Obviously it is something moderately
unlawful. It then occurred to me that they present an ideal situation for
money laundering. You just say that the video was rented a couple extra
times a week. At $3 per rental with thousands of movies over an entire year
with many thousands of stores, a quick multiplication puts the sum of $6
billion yearly easily within range. That sum could easily be doubled or even
tripled without arousing suspicion. Add late fees and the actual revenue of
the store and you have possibly trillions of dollars coming off these stores
of clean and laundered money every year. Then add the extremely rapid growth
and globalization, (within 3 years they had a store in London), and you have
a worldwide money laundering scheme set up by organized crime. It's
ingenious.
Second, Milk. If you ever watch child programming, milk is
widely endorsed. Strong bones and teeth and so on. Also, the "got milk?" adds and
commercials. Why is there such an advertising thing for milk? Sure they
want to sell it but perhaps it's not so innocent. I'm not sure I believe it
because it is a bit extreme but consider that fact that the milk may contain
drugs or chemicals of some sort. It has BGH which makes humans grow very
large in the manner of cows. Is this an accident? Doubtful. We are being
engineered to be large and strong. Besides that, there may be other things
in milk, mind altering chemicals to sap the strength of our wills? I admit
it sounds ludicrous but it may be true. Consider my paranoia, but I still
drink milk so I'm not scared by it yet. Another thought on the subject. We
from ICA were spared the pollution of our minds becase we drank filthy dining
hall milk. Perhaps it wasn't all that bad a deal.
Third on the list, the US government. Obviously there is
so much to discuss here. My good friend and fellow seeker of truth has informed me a
great deal of their actions. Along with my previous thoughts, these provide
the basis for a massive conspiracy dating back to the times of the great
deppression and possibly even before the the days of the American
Revolution. I will not explain it at the moment for fear of endangering you
lives, but perhaps in future installments I will delve into the deception
that is the UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT. Think about why Reagan was almost
assassinated. Was that a legitimate attempt or a setup. True, Lewinsky is
most likely a cover up. But I havn't really thought it through. Also
consider when exactly the government decided to take over, (I think between
WWI and WWII), and who exactly are "they"? You can deduce certain things
about the way they work and I believe it is the CIA, but maybe it's not.
Tell me what you think.
My final conspiracy tonight, Y2K. Do any of you seriously
believe that they thought stuff was going to happen and it just didn't? Seriously,
how hard would it be to set the date at December 31, 1999 sometime years ago
and realize that when it rolls over nothing will happen? Kind of a trial and
error method. Come on. They knew nothing was gonna happen. So obvoiously
the TRILLIONS of dollars they spent on it went somewhere. The majority was
spent by the government, some by private businesses and such. But the
government spent billions on what? NOTHING? No way. The government is not
that stupid. It makes us think it is. We all say "y2k, yeah what a bunch of
idiots", but really they did something. I personally think it is a highly
sophisticated survallience system installed on the internet. Through the
internet they can access all personal computers and so on that have become
y2k compliant. My only question is "does the government know about it or
were they duped by the CIA, FBI, or maybe even Microsoft (unlikely)?> I would
like to hear your thoughts on these matters. Particularly y2k and milk. I
will be in touch.Seek the truth.
Subj: I think you're beautiful
Date: Tuesday, Febuary 8, 2000 (01:07:41)
From: quixote
The Princess and the Toad
The princess fair in her tower stood.
Long had she waited for someone who would
Be willing to share the love she held in,
As she stood alone,
Waiting...Watching...And waiting again.
Then along came hopping a toad.
This however was no ordicary toad;
He had hopped alone along a long road.
This road of which I speak
Was lonely and bleak,
From somewhere to nowhere,
From summer to winter
From the end to another end
This toad's plight seemed a hopeless dispair,
Constantly searching for love to share,
Not quite here, and never quite there
As he hopped
Watching...Wanting...And watching for her.
The princess had never had a chance to show
That she had more, deep in her heart
She had love and a compassionate soul.
This love that no one did know
Was what created a warm glow
Warm enough to melt the snow
To burn the ice and let it show.
As the toad hopped by he spied
The deep warm glow, appearing so high
Atop a tower that split the sky,
Like a ray of light in an endless night,
Shining?
Warming?
And Shining bright.
The toad had never had a chance to know
What was hidden deep down, beneath the snow
Deep inside the ice chilled hart of a maiden.
They could never see beyond his skin
To look and see what was within;
A hurting soul, an aching pain,
A wounded heart and nothing to gain.
He decided to take one last chance
At looking for life byond his deathly trance,
At searching for something to make his soul dance.
Up he climbed, his soul felt on fire,
Climbing...Hoping...And climbing higher and higher.
Finnaly when he reached the top of the tower,
The princess stood amazed and in horror
At this wretched creature that had reached her,
How such a small, ugly thing had gotten so high.
But then she looked, and a tear came to her eye,
For she realized that the toad had something inside,
Something special that he could not hide.
She reached out to touch him, and she drew him in.
She planted a soft kiss on his slick, slimy skin,
The toad felt such emotions swell from within,
For the first time, someone had been
Giving?> Caring?> And loving to him.
All of this caused a change in the toad.
No longer was he destined to walk a lonely road.
For the love of a woman is all a toad needs
It gives life to his heart and makes him complete,
This little love makes a big difference,
For it transformed a lowly old toad
Into a brave and handsome young prince.
Subj: it's not done but it's close enough and i'm tired
Date: Wednesday, Febuary 16, 2000 (01:14:52)
From: harijan
On the persuit of truthThe Poet at the Diamond bazar
FREE!1 Diamond!
Was the sign in front of his shop.
A Priest, a Poet, and a Crowd chose to stop
Of course each wanted a stone.
For diamonds are rare to call one's own
The Crowd would quickly choose
The closest, the largest, brightest within view
Content merely to have a diamond
And considering perfection
Too obscure a goal to condone
Just as long as they could own a stone.
The Priest examined each in the heap
And found a diamond he would keep
It was the BEST witin the shop
And so the searching he did stop
For he had found amidst the stones
A diamond he could call his own
The Poet examined each in the heap
Found the "perfect?" stone of the Priest
The best in the shop and tunred and went
To find a purer stone than was present.
And wandered the world without a stone
Subj: still digging
Date: Wednesday, Febuary 16, 2000 (15:45:03)
From: big cheif bromden
there are many whose shoes we try to put on
or walk injust to see how it would feel and whether we
would do the same things
but i just realized that i would not walk
in the shoes of the yukon
with thousands, millions of greedy old men
digging it's body apart for gold
i would not want all those avaricious lecherous old men
looking that way at me
and setting their picks and hoes
to my poor shpincter
Subj: pure
Date: Tuesday, Febuary 29, 2000 (12:01:12)
From: ?
Sleep
Like the empty pitterpatter on a junkie’s soul
Time
And time again
The marbles tossed
All falling
Like raindrops on the shanty town roofs of
never-will-be
This is the way the weak live
This is the way the weak die
Laziness
Tugging on my will like a toothless beggar
Today is too soon
And tommorrow was two months ago
So I will live
So I’ll die
Everyday waiting for the next
But that ‘next’ is never
And never. . . . .
I think we know the ending
Like ripples in the pond
I just want to be pure
Subj: poop
Date: Tuesday, Febuary 29, 2000 (17:47:36)
From: banush
sitting on the pot, I feel one brewing, but is it ready yet? who knows. I
take the time to meditate on meaningful things. Such as why does Drew Carey
remind me of Parker Rowell? Or why does Ice Cube remind me of Sylvester?
That can't be, Sylvester's a white boy (last I checked). why do they call it
taking a shit when you're actually leaving one? I saw this word in a
magazine once. It read "sh*t", that's not a real word. It can't be "shet",
that's not a real word. It can't be "shot", because that didn't ft the
context. The clever thing about censorship is that they cunninly leave out
just one letter so that you have to guess what the word is. I hate that, I'm
never any good at guessing that kind of shit. Then I meditate about what
this world is coming to when a 6 year-old bastard child shoots his
classmate. I'll tell you what it's coming to: a mass fecal disposal. Poop
is all we'll be when the worms are through with us. Fertilizer for
hallucinogenic mushrooms, sprouting with no one around to enjoy them. Coming
soon to a computer near you: "The Window Still Burns II" and "The Jade
Phillips Investigator, Issue no*5". aaahh yes! Finnally the turd is ready
to come out, and my squallish thoughts dissipate into the wind I've just
broken.
March
Date: Wednesday, March 1, 2000 (6:43:46)
From: betterman
With each cigarette
Comes an increase in gag reflexes
Yet, in some glorious form of tormented genius
)or so I like to call it(
I keep inhaling death dart after death dart
So it is avec la vie
With each day passing,
Sunlight to twilight to full moon morbidness,
My soul keeps searching
For
That certain
beauty
That certain truthA little piece of something that'll keep me
going
The faint sounds of the radio break through the silence
ROLLING STONES-the epitome of Rok N'Roll
glory:
Sex, drugs, wealth and O the conciet
I have a customer. . .$5 gas and the night returns. . .Am I a lifer?
The paper arrivesFront page reads:
6 YEAR OLD KILLS CLASSMATE
O
The
Beauty
O
The
Truth
The common reaction to such news is:"My God, what is the world coming to?"--
(the unconcerned utterances of an everyday defeatist)
My question is
What role does God play in all this?
Is he up there,
Sitting on his gold thrown,
Chatting with Gabriel,While children massacre children
Or. . .Is this a sort of--HEY AMERICA! THIS IS YOUR CREATOR SPEAKING. WAKE
THE FUCK UP AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT THE DECAY YOU HAVE SO READILY CREATED!
Subj: when we were
Date: Thursday, March 2, 2000 (11:43:13)
From: brahman
i took a picture of october
she blinked upon the flash
we stood and died that purple eve
and watched the angels pass
i watched her words drown into me
sink beneath my soul
we lived and died that purple eve
and made each other whole
so was the night the sun was slain
so was the day the moon became
so were the children stripped of pain
so was my heart blessed with a name
Subj: famous
Date: Monday, March 6, 2000 (23:30:29)
From: banush
I am but one. One person, one being, one mind. As the Lating phrase goes,
<<Quot hominem, tot sntentiae>> (there are as may opinions as there are
ment). So true. And yet, out of six billion opinions that exist out there,
mine happens to be right just because it's mine.
...lets assume it is right, for the sake of discussion...
something has to change, but how? How am I to sway the opinions of a small
percentage of six billion? Maybe if I were famous, people would listen to
me. How do I become famous? If I make alot of money, I'll be famous. Or
maybe if I kill someone. Or maybe i I do something to befefit this
planet...yeah, right. Too many good deeds already gone by unrecognized. And
yet, one school shooting stays on the newsstands for months. The dumbasses
get all the attention while people who deserve to be listened to have no
place on TV. It's all about money and how recognizable your face is. How
much would your feces sell for? $50 a turd? more? less? $500 a turd? Of
course i had to mention poop.
Subj: if my worlds collide
Date: Monday, March 13, 2000 (8:10:04)
From: buffalo soldier
kiss away the things you thought you knew
and all the dreams you thought to come true
all the better things that so haunted your dreams
and all the half-baked words you almost believed
(your laughter isn't good enough to wake me up)
we all build our own insanities
we make our own prisons
and build our dreams to be broken
because for us there is notother way
what can I say. It almost worked....almost....but almost just isn't good
enough anymore, I suppose it never was.
Subj: but forseen the blamed
Date: Friday, March 17, 2000 (19:54:58)
From: brahman
jajajdkajakjkajlkjakjdkd. that's what i have to say my friend, that is it.
do you understand at all? com up here and dance with me. dance. me you and
jim. we could speak of this snakes and fires ride it light it. or eat no no
no. set yourself upon here and just then will it all come together. you will
never ever be the loneliest person for you will be there too. you will be
there. he will never. he won't. he won't. let me see your mother fucking
face. love. condemn me for it. soak up my fantasies and drown my
passion.
touch me. don't leave me lonely. don't leave me alonge. gingerly it heals
me laughing away all the back spaces and empty traces and untied shoelaces.
but did you really taste it feel it like me? can you taste me? do you know
what i'm feeling? it will make sense injust a moment. all your sounds and
silences are tearing. don't leave me with these flowers. don't> water this
or sunshine this. don't leave me alone>>the momentary blue and the horizon
starts to melt. and the ausl they just are. (THE SUNLIGHT!!!!) they. the
momentary blue. don't push nothings. please did we say. or three. but
better yet. i don't know.> this mold this mold. i love you all.
Subj: Logon to MSN Messenger Service failed because the service is not
available or you may not be connected to the internet
Date: Sunday, March 26, 2000 (22:15:00)
From: buffalo soldier
this is my thought:
They say life is love - or life is happiness and happiness is the search
for life, or love - or life is nothing at all - life is friends - life is
this morality - life is this belief - life is this culture - LIFE IS ME: so
love me, make me happy in my search, be my friend, follow my morality, my
belief, be my culture, be clones of me - deny this nothing that I seek.
(half right but too afraid to see beyond the hollow ones)
There is no one thing we need to define life, to fulfill it
or give it meaning. Life does not conform to the palatable string of lieds, (society
and such), that we feed ourselves. We are creatures of time, trapped here
long ago, and so perhaps life's best definition must be found in these
confines that so blind our perceptions. Life is not simply existing, life is
the time between when you first meet a girl and when you first kiss her.
Life is that time between screaming into the night and when your dormparent
walks into the room. Between the hello's and the goodbyes. Life is between
the 3rd beer and the 4th when you remember how life used to be. Between when
you wake up after passing out from the 20th to when you remember what
happened when all you can think of is that it's allright because your friends
are all passed out on the floor beside you. Life is inbetween steps on
American sidewalks when you smell the free air and notice the difference
within. Life is between raindrops, between running, naked out of the dorm,
away from the screaming dormparents, and when you return, shivering and wet
from the African rain. Life is between walking past a hellish white sign for
the first time and the last time, inbetween "I love you's". Life is between
the shit in an abandoned building in Bouake, between the time it takes to
roll a joint and smoke it. Inbetween the time you feel a fish take your bait
and when you reel it in. Inbetween when you ask a girl to marry you and when
she says yes.
that is my thought
April
Subj: all we are
Date: April, ?
From: buffalo soldier
all we are is victims of a somehow belief, in what? who knows the care has
gone out of our once heart felt grief, and the angels, not fallen only
stumbled, tremble as the voices yell above - "Thou shalt not love". indeed
an atrocity of sight and mind to whoever dares believe...
Date: April, ?
From: buffalo soldier
all we are is victims of a somehow belief, in what? who knows the care has
gone out of our once heart felt grief, and the angels, not fallen only
stumbled, tremble as the voices yell above - "Thou shalt not love". indeed
an atrocity of sight and mind to whoever dares believe...
May
Subj: monkeys
Date: Saturday, May 6, 2000 (19:53:03)
From: banush
monkeys are crawling all over the place. Howler monkeys, spider monkeys (the
kind with no pinky), green monkeys, red monkeys, blue monkeys, yellow
monkeys...monkeys that spit, monkeys that shit, monkeys that fight, monkeys
that bite, maonkeys that mate, monkeys that masturbate...they crawl all over
the foor, they climb all over the door, they invade my room, i chase them
with a broom, but the best part of the day is when i actually catch one and
flush his ass down the tiolet. their screams followed by gurgles just crack
me up as i watch a tiny little furry hand going under the swirling water.
Date: Saturday, May 6, 2000 (19:53:03)
From: banush
monkeys are crawling all over the place. Howler monkeys, spider monkeys (the
kind with no pinky), green monkeys, red monkeys, blue monkeys, yellow
monkeys...monkeys that spit, monkeys that shit, monkeys that fight, monkeys
that bite, maonkeys that mate, monkeys that masturbate...they crawl all over
the foor, they climb all over the door, they invade my room, i chase them
with a broom, but the best part of the day is when i actually catch one and
flush his ass down the tiolet. their screams followed by gurgles just crack
me up as i watch a tiny little furry hand going under the swirling water.
September
Subj: ako mozes odstampaj mi ono
Date: Tuesday, September 5, 2000 (12:14:04)
From: banush
Out of the silence comes a whisper of truth.
Out of the darkness comes a glimmer of hope.
Out of the stillness of a warm summer night
A cool breexe breathes life into the air.
Out of the endlessness of time, space, and thought
Comes the suddes realization of the one you love.
Like the full moon emerging from behind the clouds
Making light of the foreboding night,
Like the rain pouring down from the sullen sky
Drenching the earth and all it holds,
Like the thunder and lightning that wake you from a restless sleep,
Like the sun, giving life to what would otherwise be dead.,
Your heart, and mind burst open to a new reality.
That is her and everything she entails.
No longer do you live a life leading to nowhere.
No loner do you walk alone and wonder why.
All life's questions are answered in an instant,
And you would give your life to belong to her,
To be forever locked up within her heart,
To be foever trapped inside her dreams,
To be forever wrapped in her loving arms,
To gave into her pale blue eyes and tell her you love her.
Date: Tuesday, September 5, 2000 (12:14:04)
From: banush
Out of the silence comes a whisper of truth.
Out of the darkness comes a glimmer of hope.
Out of the stillness of a warm summer night
A cool breexe breathes life into the air.
Out of the endlessness of time, space, and thought
Comes the suddes realization of the one you love.
Like the full moon emerging from behind the clouds
Making light of the foreboding night,
Like the rain pouring down from the sullen sky
Drenching the earth and all it holds,
Like the thunder and lightning that wake you from a restless sleep,
Like the sun, giving life to what would otherwise be dead.,
Your heart, and mind burst open to a new reality.
That is her and everything she entails.
No longer do you live a life leading to nowhere.
No loner do you walk alone and wonder why.
All life's questions are answered in an instant,
And you would give your life to belong to her,
To be forever locked up within her heart,
To be foever trapped inside her dreams,
To be forever wrapped in her loving arms,
To gave into her pale blue eyes and tell her you love her.
October
Date: Tuesday, October 3, 2000 (01:13:40)
From: big cheif bromden
---print this and put it up, if you can say it better, do it yourself. but
don't be quiet.---
Tuesday. Late. Don't think I've been eating enough. Those Holocause
pictures might be what's doing it. Used to eat lots of meat. Didn't like,
though, that they pack the animals so tight together and feed them the
unsellable remains of each other. So that's out.
Been thinking about how I'm gonna change my city and my world. Have
you? Don't have any ideas. Time's not slowing down like I hoped. It's
speeding up. Okay. Nevermind. Now I got a good plan. Be hard to forget
methinks....
Destroyed another diabolic, infernal family planning clinic. Where
children murdered, end the most glorious moment of all nature. Squandering
the most powerful force of human history. Chopped up in partial birth. And
they say matter/energy is never lost. No person injured when I blew it up.
Carefully planning destruction of the new Auschwitz in our neighborhood.
Speaking of Holocause, how many more months till we've killed three times as
many people as the Nazi's? Since 72', till going strong. Legal and
available for sale at your local democrat. Adolf Gore.
Time, there's no more of it. No one died in my "criminal" acts. Cept
me. I'm hanging from a tree as I speak. Had a razorblade. Carved this not
in my arm, stead of cutting myself down. See ya.
One last thing, don't abort. Infants swim away from invading alien
vaccoums. Head drilled open, brains sucked out. Limbs sliced by scissors.
Much more pain than gassed Jews.
Subj: take this! aaahhh
Date: Saturday, October 7, 2000 (11:24:30)
From: big cheif bromden
my words build worlds like poe's but not prose
my blood's ruby keys to where rockets can't go
give me two minutes in tommorrow's ten thousand ages ago
open up your prizmic eyes and pick the ray that holds the hope
no light's too quick for the poet to hold it
like it brights the sky and the peregrine explores it
it's the power of poetry in motion
with the unity diversity and devotion
of each particle in the ocean
written in the wood of the power of prophet moses
beats reality in it's own galaxy if you believe what ray b. told us
poetry and light and water form a chorus
you know you are deceased if you don't ever feel their forces
all these old school stories ain't but sources of new ryhmes
bouncing off the bodies buildings brains
through the open eyes into your magic minds
better be sure the ain't closed
each sound a snowflake pristine as the sistine
the man at the meter's michaelangelo
each sting a starving beast that sits biting his bones
decomposing in my dens are leonardo galileao
each word waited to be emaincipated like maniacs on masada
and israfel's an instrument in my mystical orchestra
forces unknown formed the chemistry of creation
exploding without knowing all the poetry in motion
the priest the genius pieces of the woman
bone of my bone it's my poetry in motion
from the forming of the sun and all the openings of the first day
fuck all the rules they're undone cause it's gonna be this way
floating in floydian space and freud is fishing (wishing)
chomping on his cigar and questioning his questto underst
and the unconcious
he thought he could stop the poetry in motion
December
Subj: what is my point
Date: Wednesday, December 6, 2000 (12:39:27)
From: ?
what is my point...i wake to see no windows or sun, a black room with white
walls beggin me to stay and dream...what is my point...i move slowly towards
the fridge to eat another preservative filled carcinogenic breakfast slash
lunch that will only mess up my metabolism worse than my horrible sleeping
pattern...what is my point...i turn on the tv to see more shit that people
do, more creativity that i don't have, and people that make me walking the
five minutes down the dirty alley that leads me to more assholes and busy
bodies...why do i pump your gas behind a fake smile and interest in your
pathetic life...perhaps to make the paper from which i will gain more
happiness, or so i'm told...perhaps i exist only to fill the spot in which
society holds for me...perhaps that spot is full and i have no
point...perhaps there is no reason for me to write this shit which no one
will care about in 5 minutes...
Date: Wednesday, December 6, 2000 (12:39:27)
From: ?
what is my point...i wake to see no windows or sun, a black room with white
walls beggin me to stay and dream...what is my point...i move slowly towards
the fridge to eat another preservative filled carcinogenic breakfast slash
lunch that will only mess up my metabolism worse than my horrible sleeping
pattern...what is my point...i turn on the tv to see more shit that people
do, more creativity that i don't have, and people that make me walking the
five minutes down the dirty alley that leads me to more assholes and busy
bodies...why do i pump your gas behind a fake smile and interest in your
pathetic life...perhaps to make the paper from which i will gain more
happiness, or so i'm told...perhaps i exist only to fill the spot in which
society holds for me...perhaps that spot is full and i have no
point...perhaps there is no reason for me to write this shit which no one
will care about in 5 minutes...
