nai's rhetoric

when shit happens they dont tend to be a pitter patter of goo. instead its more like a dump truck unloading the worlds supply of shit on your living room and you're sitting on the sofa. you absolutely drown in it.
im wading in a pool of shit. my back hurts my heart is throbbing and the nearest lifeline i see is a long tapeworm lying on the side. life can be shit, thank god for music. i try to be nice, but people dont reciprocate. whats with narrow minded people who still judge a person on the basis of their skin colour. it cant be helped, the human race is flawed. we're living in a period of transition where we're merely making up the numbers before the next significant event. life is a routine, i know i should break free from these chains but im slodden with sloth i feel disgusted with myself. no self help books or motivational speakers for me, no offense but those are for losers. so im not politically correct, at least im not boring. isnt it more fun to have a stand and be wrong and have none and be mundune. so this is the passing of time, the passing of time, the passing of time.
i need a cup of star fruit juice and a dry bowl of bar chor mee man. shucks.