the real world is full of self doubt. the real world is lonely, and desolate. everything goes the wrong way, and Nobody cares enough to even PRETEND that they are around.
the world can go on, and continue to do what it does... taking the population of a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows.
but not me... i've opted out, and moved into a bomb shelter where i barely can here the war going on outside my window.
I WATCH THE NEWS THE SAME WAY YOU MIGHT WATCH STAR TREK. it's all so foriegn and bizzare to me. what the fuck are they talking about?! the news has been reduced to flapping lips and talking heads on my electric moving light box, givng my braing titty twisters with the strength of a mexican wrester.
the opinion of the "man on the street" ?? fuck that guy, i want to know what the man in the trash can thinks. was oscar the grouch basically a pissed off homeless bonghit? i think he was.
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