Does this life disturb your rest? Miss your bed at night? Is the street too
cold to sleep on? A many of french fries eatten in a lifetime. Leaving nothing
for me to play with. Many ding-dongs have not been shared. Lonely times call
on MCI's dime a minute plan to maxiumize their loneliness.
This week is nothing more than many scattered thoughs. Dirty surrounds and
destroys the opposition. Friends call, School never ends either does the
arguing in my head. Sometimes you need a timeout. Others you need to sit down
with some friends and talk and remember. Remember my first column? Don't
worry, neither do I. Random snip-its of time are the resprentation of my life.
How does it amount to though? Probably not much. But then again, nothing
really does. why is this rice cold? It needs to be nuked a bit longer. Damn
it! I can wait that long I'm hungry now. I need food to see. I get very dizzy
with a lack of food. But deans just like to argue and cause problems. So do
teachers. Who's to blame? Sure as hell ain't me. I like to eat my pop tarts
toasted. Hey, beggars can't be chosers. HTML and all that jazz.
Ice Tea driven fanasties play close to home. They don't like the cars that
drive too close to the curb. But you get ten points if you hit one. Refried
myths with a bit of tabascco sauce. Where are those ten cent wings? Enjoy your
subs and tannery pizza. I sit mesermized by my ceiling. IT has so many
interesting stories to tell. Do tell.
A boy on Ice Tea withdrawal saw a chance to score a quick fix. He grabbed the
mix and a picture. He made his drink of choice. He drank it alone. Him and his
Ice Tea. Savorying every bit. He could smile now. His heart was now relieved.
It was all he needed.
The ceiling has so much more to tell. Please help my passage. Knots to you.
Ranch flavored of course. Wild, never trusted. Do you have the faith that is
need? Aggrivate the pain in my stomach. So does my head. Honey coated with
ahint of garlic. I got about four lines left to fill so... How about...
Maybe... No that would not work. How about this? Maybe not. I got such a
headache right now. Many be it school. Hey, they are the perfect scapegoat. It
all works out good. (Moaning grows louder.) Unearthed with inflicted wounds
upon the brow. Qualified? Or quantitified? Time to go.
