ain't life grand
I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay
If I keep this mantra going maybe one day it'll come true.
No but seriously. Life is grand. I have to overlook
the mounting debt, sometimes friends, and hours upon
hours of "down" time and enjoy the fact that I'm okay.
I know what I'm doing for the next several months and
eventually I'll even be making money. Isn't that all I ever
wanted?
Hey, I made it I'm a success. I make a living merely repeating words
that someone else wrote. I got it made. Don't I?
aghh there goes that stupid ambition again. Always
wanting more, actually hoping that I accomplish
something with my life that's meaningful or
important. Maybe one day. If not I at least
have to keep that goal in mind.
How can one make the most with the life they're
given unless they strive to go beyond the possibilities
that life enables them.
am I making any sense?
oh well.
Ain't life grand.
If I keep this mantra going maybe one day it'll come true.
No but seriously. Life is grand. I have to overlook
the mounting debt, sometimes friends, and hours upon
hours of "down" time and enjoy the fact that I'm okay.
I know what I'm doing for the next several months and
eventually I'll even be making money. Isn't that all I ever
wanted?
Hey, I made it I'm a success. I make a living merely repeating words
that someone else wrote. I got it made. Don't I?
aghh there goes that stupid ambition again. Always
wanting more, actually hoping that I accomplish
something with my life that's meaningful or
important. Maybe one day. If not I at least
have to keep that goal in mind.
How can one make the most with the life they're
given unless they strive to go beyond the possibilities
that life enables them.
am I making any sense?
oh well.
Ain't life grand.
posted by Unknown at 12:57 PM
2 Comments:
Sometimes you just wanna watch the clown's juggle and pet the dancing monkey but you end up buying pills from the puke-o-whirl operator instead and suddenly the monkeys look like people you knew and the clown can't seem to juggle balls without writing invisible words through the air in his echoey ball trails that seem to read like a dream diary version of everthing you always wanted to know but won't be able to recall again in five minutes. And then you can't tell if the monkey is rabidly attacking you or humping your leg so you just wait for blood or monkey cum and try not to make eye contact with anyone. Eyes straight ahead. Eyes on the prize. Plush rewards and cheap flash will make it all go away. . .
You remind of jesus the way way you can create a parrable that makes it all clear. You should start a religion.
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