Brain Tremors
I suppose he would have loved me had my name been something like Michelle or Dawn. I wasn't that kind of person. All the Michelle's and Dawn's out there need to watch out, because I'm not like them. If they knew that, it might destroy them.
Has anyone ever stopped to think that maybe the birds are trying to tell us something?
What if, one day...everything stopped, but you. What would happen...would you be nice enough to dust me off when I got dusty?
Sometimes I still think about you before I fall asleep. Those cute little squeaks you'd make, and tell me it was because you weren't used to sleeping next to someone. I was kinda touched I suppose...not everyone squeaks for me. I hope your happy with whatshername. If you squeak for her, I'll pull your brain out with a rubber hose and make you eat them.
give me my money back, give me my money back you bitch.
If Angel's really do fly around all the time, how come no one is running around filing complaints that an Angel just shat on thier head. Would Angel poo even be visable since Angels normally aren't? Do Angel's even have to go to the bathroom? Do they have catheter bags or something??? Since Angels are just dead people you'd think they'd have to go potty sometimes. The preists wont give me a straight answer. I'm starting to have my suspicions.
Sometimes, just when I think I understand you...I dont. I hate it when you do that. I wish you'd be mentally coherant all the time. That would be nice of you don't you think? I wouldn't be so confused, and you wouldn't feel so dumb. I think this is a win-win situation.
I'm starting to think...you'd better go hide now.
What if they dont come after I finish building it. Some people dont like theme parks based on the reproductive cycles of Emu's and wobbly legged cows.
Then again, people are strange like that. I might get curious if someone else built it. Then again I'm abnormal. Aren't we all though. I know you want to come to my theme park. Don't lie. If you'd only stop lying to yourself, you could come see my theme park.
If you dont shut up, I'm going to maim you. It's a good thing I brought a big knive with me today.
I suppose going on and on like this could be considered as a sign of lunacy.
I think lunatic is just a rich person's word for quirky.
Perhaps if you were quirky, I'd call you that instead of pointing and screaming LUNATIC!
but that's just me.
I suppose you could call me nice like that.
Nice but quirky.
When you dress it up, it sounds alot better than it actually is, which makes me smile, because when things are better than they actually are, it's easier to swallow.
I suppose it shouldn't matter what you think though, you're just another random speck in the Universe that will probably go and get trashed later this week and forget all about me.
Well the Aliens will remember you I'm sure, and they'll have a jolly good laugh about your crappy memory.
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