Wednesday, March 08, 2006
now yous say hah
Stopped seeking understanding. Gone beyond that. Already. But heyy... don't mean no needs for respect yeah? Hell yeah! Don't have to fuse our bubbles together, in fact, i'll appreciate it if you don't... God nooo, but don't need yours building friction on mine. No thank you, no way, stay away. Fine with just sharing the same atmosphere, under the same stratosphere.
Bah, yous. Yous making me all sicknin right down to my gut. My gut! Nobody messes with my gut stuff. Happy stomach things shouldn't be made to work that hot gas. Temper, i'm talking about.
I drink it all in, of Green Day and Coldplay, to Radiohead and Serenaide, Incubus and Bic Runga whozzat and four of Goo Goo Dolls them i like much much, and Roxette the LOVE! and goodness what's that Lohan fish head girl doing on my playlist? and argh ridiculous if i hadn't mentioned The Cranberries. and the rest. you know the rest.
I'm not a time machine -- i can't repeat history. I can't work magic on my exam papers if i don't do my night stuff. And i get them nausea and diarrhoea much too often. My night stuff consists of pillows and strong lights and the PC and loads of Milo because no caffeine, am i wrong?, and ICE (cubes), and prayers, and the fattest damn barstart ego ever. Plus the Energizer battery mentality and the Duracell bunny energy.
I work hard, and i work stupid. But i don't owe anyone anything, no? No okay.
My world has only enough room for myself and whoever i says "Okay you can come in".
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fara // 21:59
now yous say hah
Stopped seeking understanding. Gone beyond that. Already. But heyy... don't mean no needs for respect yeah? Hell yeah! Don't have to fuse our bubbles together, in fact, i'll appreciate it if you don't... God nooo, but don't need yours building friction on mine. No thank you, no way, stay away. Fine with just sharing the same atmosphere, under the same stratosphere.
Bah, yous. Yous making me all sicknin right down to my gut. My gut! Nobody messes with my gut stuff. Happy stomach things shouldn't be made to work that hot gas. Temper, i'm talking about.
I drink it all in, of Green Day and Coldplay, to Radiohead and Serenaide, Incubus and Bic Runga whozzat and four of Goo Goo Dolls them i like much much, and Roxette the LOVE! and goodness what's that Lohan fish head girl doing on my playlist? and argh ridiculous if i hadn't mentioned The Cranberries. and the rest. you know the rest.
I'm not a time machine -- i can't repeat history. I can't work magic on my exam papers if i don't do my night stuff. And i get them nausea and diarrhoea much too often. My night stuff consists of pillows and strong lights and the PC and loads of Milo because no caffeine, am i wrong?, and ICE (cubes), and prayers, and the fattest damn barstart ego ever. Plus the Energizer battery mentality and the Duracell bunny energy.
I work hard, and i work stupid. But i don't owe anyone anything, no? No okay.
My world has only enough room for myself and whoever i says "Okay you can come in".
fara // 21:59
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