Weird variety (Aesthetically pleasing)

Strange shit. People I don't know.
Trying to help out a friend, murphy's law at its best.
So here I am, wondering what the fuck.
Wondering why I ever started the truck.
Geeze louise, I shouldn't have been surprised.
But now stupid's being reinvented right before my eyes.

I guess I've been replaced, my friendship a toy.
Wasted hours and hours, for this, the sweet bliss.
How exciting. Hardcore drinking party music.
Lower key, better quality.

Neither here nor there.

........That was a long time ago.

Now I'm amidst inside of a capitalized "lack thereof"
The know betters are no better.
No better evil, correct? States aren't up for the saving.
Up against a lonely wall, not so much faced.
Turned away from -- even though you want it.
While you don't understand it.
You run away from it until you run towards it.
You love it.

It's so you.

Even though you still don't know who you are.
You're everything you never wanted to be.
Never anything you wanted to be.
Because you're washed in it.
Bathing in your own disgrace.
The lack of saving face.
Masturbating in public -- despising it in secret.

It's time to get over yourself.
Time to pick up the chrome jeans.
Pull your legs through
Forgive everything.
Don't forgive yourself.

You, my friend.

You've became everything I've been dogging on for years.
(Absolutes)
But to hell with it.
That big label (originality) you wear it so well.
Everyone else does now though -- child.
Color, creed, whatever -- that's all bullshit.
Bullshit in the deep treads of my boot.
Lucky its not your head.
Full of empty space.
Cusack - (Better of dead)

congratulations.
You'd better be proud.
You're so original, so fucking (out loud)

Enjoying your own taste.
Your own little happy existence.
Still sheltered even though you shrug it off.
Sheltered by originality now -- you're my dog.
Sheltered by a lack of being -- homie G
You complete everyone else around you.
Welcome to the (whole)

So fucking welcome.

I've got carpal tunnel.
But I've gotta keep typing.
Because one day, you dumb assed punk.
You're not going to have Tupac.
You're not going to have Biggie.
You're not going to have any of the other celebrities you'll never understand.

You're not going to have jack shit.
Except for whatever they told you.
Who's hot, who's not. All that mumbo jumbo.
Join up now though

...Time's a wasting...

I've got carpal tunnel.
But I've gotta keep typing.
Because one day, you dumb assed punk.
You're going to look up to me.

Screen print my face on your fucking shit -- Jackass.


Fuck off.

(Not really serious, it was more of a "delightful" fuck off, not a mean one..........ok maybe that hardcore music effected me a titch more than I thought.... Suddenly feel the need to go get a chained wallet and jack off dance in public.)

Ignorance isn't bliss.

It's fucking hardcore.

What.

Fuzzy

The black tornado.
A miniature F5 with marshmallow paws.
He flies across the floor.
‘Thump thump thump.’
He loves his kingdom.
Everything’s a toy.
He especially loves his birds.
Little chicken wings bouncing around.

He’s mesmerized by the feathers
The bird call
The feast
Whichever it is.
The birds don’t know his intention.
Like a child picking out a lolly pop
He wants to push and watch the cage drop
A little furry mouth
Chowing down on the winged-ones.

All the while the big fuzzy.
Fuzzies one and two
Stinky Blink
And
Molly Moo
He’s got control over them too.
His big dumb furry thugs.

He is king, ruling with an iron marshmallow fist of a paw.
Ignoring anyone who might want to attack his kingdom.
Ignoring his furry punch ball.
Ignoring the world outside his kingdom.
Ignoring that damned over priced scratching post.

Razor sharp claws, all thanks to the recliner couch.
For when he turns wild, a marshmallow pawed grouch.
He’ll dig in the claws, growl like a tiger.
Until you calm him down.
With milk, or a kitty treat.
He’ll be this growly monster.

Ha ha, one last thing

Don't forget
Be sure not to get his fuzzy kitty fur wet.

Ha ha, Crazy Eddie

No idea. LoL

It must be windy outside, the light hasn’t gone off.
Vibrating, booming lungs, drowning you out.
The coughs are all over, now in the blowing wind.
Your eyes are so bright, I read your insides through them.
Releasing my fright, a little bit less the hoodlum
And more the man, less the American.
Less Alaska
Little left of Montana
Hanging from your legs
Increasing the lack of oxygen.
Pulling your leg, ending it all over again.

Laugh loud, raise your hands up.
Close your eyes, shut out the corrupt.
You still can’t hear me now.
As you’ve been drowned out.
They vibrate the ground still.
Loudest of all – without a doubt.
But do they really matter?
These enemies claiming to be friends.
The ones kissing babies, savoring hands, & kissing rear ends.

Dumb down my sickness.
Help me to get better.
The mental concept, the political mad hatter
You can fix me now with your rules.
Your rules, views, and banter.
Give me a break from this impartial lie.
Give me a break from your narrow eye.

Boom goes the light bulb, shattered glass raining down.
The idea’s still there, its just been mislead.
A national game of Russian roulette.
Another hollow point in your head.
Your ideals are the same
Moralistic and simple.
Self righteous and sentimental.
Exception you hate so well.
You know you’re not going to hell.
So your cocky, think you’ve got something up on everyone else.
Lighting up the torch, none of you agree.
You hate on the likes, as much you do the dislikes.
The narrow vision’s getting blurry.

Not even in a hurry, I’m happy to take my time.
Head blown, getting lost in the middle of a rhyme

Bravery’s been reduced to a whimper
Soldiers creeping each other out.
The time of World War, gone without a doubt?
Could we do it, a third time, without this world being put back in the dark times.
A land finally cold, cold like the leader’s heart.
A war not fought with technology, only sticks and stones.
The bombs they go flying, nuked skin and bones.
Broken. Ugh, can’t do it anymore.
Gotta have something left to fight for.
Two frightened business men.
Duking it out over land.
His eradiated pile of shit is more important than the other man’s
Absolutely terrified, no more government.
Post nuclear humanity.
Clawing at the boundaries of reality.

Grooves, scars, on a hanging tree.
Leaving a reminder of its infamy.
Not burned down, but re-energized.
Now standing, a reminder of the genocide.

But hey, as long as I’ve got a lit Marlboro.
I think I’ll just relax, and let the bombs blow.
Its still windy outside, but the light has gone out.
The night is a relaxing one, the wind carries a whisper.
One that still says freedom, no matter what leader.
Pausing for a moment, letting things quiet down.
Strong Bad’s answering emails now, gone now is my frown.
I think I just need to get the hell out of this town.

Vacation away with love and warmth.
Keeping each other arm in arm.
So close together, after such a long time.
Finally so close, two hearts beating in harmony.
With this girl that has my love
The one I’ve been dreaming of.
Finally, a kiss, hand in hand.
Our hearts make our world a better place.Together, completely safe.