The Obscure

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Wednesday, March 01, 2006

 
My finky fucked funk has brought destruction upon all of our heads.

I am full of chemicals right now, and I feel like I should be sleeping. Unfortunately, despite all the chemicals I put in my body to still the craziness that was brewing there, I am still feeling pretty weird.
It's a strange thing, to live the life of a semi-intelligent idiot. On one hand I have a vocabulary that rivals Alexander the Great's (I have no idea what his vocabulary was like, but he was great, so I assume it must have been alright) and yet simple things escape me. There is no way to win or lose in a battle of the minds, in the end we are all left with bloody stumps and a decimated IQ. So why try to fight these fights, I ask everyone? Why try to win at all in a battle of wits? Pride? Who's to say?
All I know is, I want to take a long walk off a slightly longer pier, if you catch my drift. If you don't, keep practicing, a snowdrift is a tricky thing to catch, but once you learn how to do it, it is one of the most satisfying pleasures of this world. Barring pleasures of the flesh, of course.
Where the fuck am I? WHO the fuck am I? I honestly don't know, I've been lost in this hell-world since before I can remember and I've yet to find my way back to reality. Unless this is reality. If so, I hate the real world and I want to go make my own world, with hookers and booze and spaceships.

Who cares, though? I'm just a tired, deranged young kid who wasted all of his potential and doesn't really care to get it back. Hopefully I'll get hit by a car and die tomorrow, that would take a load off of my chest. It won't happen now though, I jinxed it.
Maybe I won't have work tomorrow, I can spend a day lying in bed listening to jazz and "working" on my college admissions essay. I hope that happens, Hill said it would be a really light day, maybe they won't call me in. They probably will, though. I'm the only one who can package stuff so it doesn't break. Maybe I should train someone else to do that so that if I am sick or something we don't have to credit out 200 dollars. Eh, who fucking cares?

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