| Current mood: |  bored |
Slow Motion
Time is such a bitch. Slow down, speed up, static. Terms like "early", "late", "patience" and "wait" have only as much meaning as a quantitative definition of some illegitimate daughter of a canine. Are they? They are...
There aren't any good movies playing. There aren't any great plays showing either. I read six news magazines a week, thoroughly. Drummers and vodka avoid me. Bar chords pain my thumb. I need a new discman, and eat a large bowl of fruit everyday. Mostly, confusion only sets in after 2247hours, when the lights are low, and no one's too high. I wish my parents had named me Adrian Mole. And you wonder why Limp Bizkit lyrics don't make much sense...
Sad people are getting to be a bore.
Till next time...
There's Already A Song Today
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