My name is Luck, this is my song.

It's just so pathetic
I feel like I should be poetic
This space left unintentionally blank
Empty and feeling dank

Gotta run, gotta hide, gotta get away
Or at least, that's what the Puppets say
But I can't get there
Too much noise in my air

It says, "No!" on my hand
And "NO!" on my wrist
The words don't go away
When I clench my fist

Malevolent crunk
The sound of this junk
A crash bang boom
It rains down like doom

I crayon on the walls of my skull
I can't escape; my life feels so dull
I peer out through my eye
I see her in the window and sigh

The songs on the radio
They just don't know
How she makes me feel
They don't know for real

I clocked my reading speed today. ~24 pages/hr., paperback. Meh. Isn't it supposed to be like, a page a minute? :\

[Other retarded comments I was going to make but forgot the substance of.]

Yeah, I know, I fucked up that poem

Got distracted.

Get back on the horse, kid. NOW! *cocks gun*

I am going to go drown my sorrows in some Turkey Hill Cookies and Cream ice cream.

Quick, somebody give me some sorrows to drown. :)
I'm in one of those "life's little blessings" moods.

 

Oh, it's the hardcore remix.

The finer things keep shining through
The way my soul gets lost in you

Intergalactic, planetary...

Planetary... intergalactic!

Where my dawgZ at?

Am I the only person who finds the stilted DS9-style nerd-talk of these modern dayz annoying? (Yes, I said dayz. It was a typo, but I like it, so it stayZ).

Apparently, I haven't been updating my journal, it seems. There would seem to be a reason for this, apparently. Oh, well, I suppose I will write when it seems I apparently have something to write. How goes your day?

It's all a whole bunch of linguistic ineffeciency, it is. It's certainly not cute.

In other news, I did it all for Tanooki, Tanooki. So I could get Karubi's (Shoe)
And wear it on my foot, and wear it on my foot....

Finally, an answer to my body piercing dilemma!

What an obnoxious ad.