There isn't a method for it. Imagine that - no method.
There are things to want, I'm sure of it.
There's more to life than this. Bjork told me so.
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It's too much to expect: common decency. To presume that
everyone is born with a sense and measure of diplomacy and
tact, is, like most assumptions, bound to leave you waking,
standing with your pants down and your dick in your hand in
the middle of the room where an important family gathering
was just getting up to speed(metaphorically speaking).
You have to be compromising. The world is filled with many
kinds of people. If only for the reason of self-preservation
if not anything else, you should be polite, and have respect
for the existence of others.
I like to learn. It's so much easier to learn when everyone
is open to new suggestions and questions. This is the least
I want to expect from people.
But I can't because people are shit.
And it's not like that. People who use irony and sarcasm in
every sentence that dribbles from the filthy, torn slit in
their heads, I imagine to be screaming, toothy, metal phoetal
creatures; screeching white noise and masturbating desperately
for recognition. Ugly ugly things. Where the hell is the sun?
I haven't seen it for years. This place, I swear.
So yeah. There's the same ending for all of us and there's no
room in my life for romantic concepts and ideals. Even the
stuff I said above, I don't give a shit about. Bored of it
already.
As long as I'm satisfied right now, I'm okay for some more
moments. As long as the pillow is over my great great
grandmother's face, then I can hum a tune to myself and wish
it all away.
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