Well now I thought I was to retire…But no I suppose I couldn’t live such a simple life. Though I do hear I am a simple man. The one thing I think I would want but not to hear in a way that is meant to reverse motivate me…to in doctorate me…maybe deflate and infuriate me. I guess I should pull a fast and the furious and shave my head like Vin Diesel and go out on a tangent with ten sequels with all but one sucking…but I think I that would be déjà vu.
Yeah. So I guess I'm a Lynard Skynard song now. I heard this and I was a gasp, like I had just saw Dracula eating a pineapple out of Frankenstein's ass at the Oscars. I was so in shock I just couldn’t say anything…and I cant even go into some of the other things that have so now lit the light house that is revenge signal light……I mean maybe It is for the beast…I mean best. Perhaps it was a motivational speech and I'm just being manipulated into my past complicated behavioral patterns by a genius stroke of words.
Maybe. Maybe I don’t give a fuck and this was an abomination that has released feelings the likes of which this world had hoped would not rear back until past the time of my demise. I don’t know though since I'm so fucking simple. I guess I should go get some French fried tatters and some fucking biscuits and mustard. Maybe I should use the butter knife to stab a few hundred people and make sure its got the eggs of the Pitney funnel web on it….
Or I should just write this and go back to work. Call it a day in hell, and just make sure I keeps it real and prove my point. Yes perhaps not talking about it and just making action a reality will sustain a healthy outcome…..no tumors or MJ Fox moments ever came from doing that right?
Probably not. This isn’t sesame street, but fuck it you'll call it elm street before I'm done here…and I ain't got no Mr Rogers sweater but knives for hands sure sounds like a self pleasure porno to me right about now….
Maybe. Maybe I don’t give a fuck and this was an abomination that has released feelings the likes of which this world had hoped would not rear back until past the time of my demise. I don’t know though since I'm so fucking simple. I guess I should go get some French fried tatters and some fucking biscuits and mustard. Maybe I should use the butter knife to stab a few hundred people and make sure its got the eggs of the Pitney funnel web on it….
Or I should just write this and go back to work. Call it a day in hell, and just make sure I keeps it real and prove my point. Yes perhaps not talking about it and just making action a reality will sustain a healthy outcome…..no tumors or MJ Fox moments ever came from doing that right?
Probably not. This isn’t sesame street, but fuck it you'll call it elm street before I'm done here…and I ain't got no Mr Rogers sweater but knives for hands sure sounds like a self pleasure porno to me right about now….