The Mind Is A Dangerous Place

Things that should boggle the mind but do not

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

So I've been offered Uni course. Of which I am glad. Who wouldnt be? All that mugging again. Anywaes, what else has been up? The World Cup, of course, has been eating my days. Especially nights. Work, as a result, has been affected in the form of bleary eyes and the absurd tendency to repeat myself absurd tendency to repeat myself.

Me (While processing sales): Would you like a bag with that?
Pretty high-school girl: Yes please.
Me (After processing sales): And would you like a bag with that?
Pretty, confused, high-school girl: Er... yes please.
Me: I've already asked you didn't I?
Pretty, bemused, girl: Yepp.
Me: Must be the age.

Sigh, being old sucks. Now my back is aching. Don't you laugh. When I was your age....

I have been playing Suikoden I am proud to say. I have NOT yet given up on this brilliant game. Long as it may be, the plot and characters are intriguing, and the whole experience has been very nice indeed.
Also, Firefly has given me a superb blowjob.
And a Japanese drama is also sucking out whatever life and jism from my perturbed body.

Yes, you wanted me back. You have me back.

Am trying to get pple to go to A Night in Fantasia. Hopefully I can get the tickets. Here's to crossed fingers.

And oh yes, before I forget, go here. Yes, just click it, and waste your life.

Finally, I shall leave you with some Scott Matthews, Tim Jensen and Yoko Kanno. It's in the new Catpost. You know you want to :)



Is It Real

Figurines that fall like leaves the disappear, keep calling
Is it real? Is it real?
Dark machines that wheeze and breathe then mock the air, appalling
What is real? What is real?
This world can really be too much
I can't take another day
I guess that I've just had enough
My minds slipping far away
I'm falling out of touch
Could someone please explain?

Set my mind for open sky, but couldn't fly, so sadly
What am I? What am I?
Sullen eyes shed teardrop lies then criticize, now laughing
What is real? What is real?
It's really all become too much
I'm not sure what I should feel
I guess I've finally had enough
I don't know if this is real
I'm crashing in and out of touch
Can anyone please explain?

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