Its the first thing i think of and the last thing at night,
If I had it my way i would be high as a kite,
Not ocassionally, spur of the moment or for a summers day,
But constant, relentless, going nowhere, in this house i shall just stay.
Turn on the Sky, give me H.D, let the brain dead shit take over my mind,
Light up and get stoned, pour the tea, "tar very much, you are too kind".
Not another damp patch, i cant take it for much longer,
Im not too fussy, i just wouldnt mind something stronger.
For the days of solid are now gone, it took the last train,
A one way ticket that i dont want to see, something to never corrupt my fragile brain.
Instead the bud is the choice,
A smoke that will stop that little voice.
You know the one that says"sort out the bills, call your Nan",
"The salad is better, stick to your plan".
Just light up a spliff and empty those thoughts,
I would rather drink tea and watch more Skysports.
Is there a negative? maybe there is?
is it going to the shop gets me allin a tizz?
Or is it more serious? Surely its not, I tell you, Frank can just kiss my arse!
Panic attacks, memory loss and munchies, it must be a farce.
Thats not right i'm fine with everything and everyone knows,
Shit! The door! Oh, i forgot, it's just Dominos'.
So dont be concerned and grab aslim skin,
Just grab me my smoke and let the nothingness begin.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
The Introverted Turtle
I hate being introverted!?
it sucks. Sure there might be some upsides to it, but the way life is going for me there are more downsides than upsides. I'm in college and I just can't relax and socialize around people at parties, I never have anything to say, it just feels forced and awkward spouting bullshit for the sake of talking. I just want to be like other people and not come off as some anti-social loner.
Sometimes i wish i was more outgoing in social situation, you know the kind of person that can smooze with anybody and get along no matter the occasion. I'm fine if have a close friend around to helpe ease me into the conversation, but i'm like a turtle in its shell when i'm alone. Easy solution to that? Drink a few beers, smoke few joints or bongs of hash or weed, blotting around LSD paper and i'm good to go! But that's not very practical is it? I can't go around drinking and smoking pot all day (Err! Well i could , but then i'd be what most people call a good-for-nothing-why-don't-you-get-a-job-stop-boozing-it-up-all-the-time BUM! )
I come off as such a Asshole because, i don't really talk when i first meet someone and then they think i hate them. Honestly. I don't think ONE real friendship has begun without someone saying "I thought you hated me at first."
If someone doesn't say something to me first then i wont feel comfortable enoungh to talk, which sucks, cause then they think i'm a shut in that hates talking to people XD.
I'm just way to shy to initiate converstations many times, so when i'm around people they jump to the conclusion that i'm a 'SNOT'. And not to forget that sometimes people judge me for the way i look? That makes matters even more worse. Seriously snucks... I mean Sucks! I think I hate myself I've started to buy into what everyone was saying "why are you so quiet" blah blah that I really don't like myself anymore and that of course makes me unhappy. I just can't value introversion no matter what I just want to be work harder and harder to be liked and respected and admired by others. I realize I'm probably looking for acceptence externally to substitute for the lack of acceptence i have for myself, but I don't know what else to do but to work harder for other people to like me and not be so introverted, but I'm just not extroverted.
I've dying inside little by little nowhere to go, i'm outta my mind, this is an endless circle and i'm running from myself, there is no reason for standing still.
I'm just broken and i'm faded, i'm half the man that i thought i would be.
How does an introvert cope with all of this? how do I be more extroverted?
it sucks. Sure there might be some upsides to it, but the way life is going for me there are more downsides than upsides. I'm in college and I just can't relax and socialize around people at parties, I never have anything to say, it just feels forced and awkward spouting bullshit for the sake of talking. I just want to be like other people and not come off as some anti-social loner.
Sometimes i wish i was more outgoing in social situation, you know the kind of person that can smooze with anybody and get along no matter the occasion. I'm fine if have a close friend around to helpe ease me into the conversation, but i'm like a turtle in its shell when i'm alone. Easy solution to that? Drink a few beers, smoke few joints or bongs of hash or weed, blotting around LSD paper and i'm good to go! But that's not very practical is it? I can't go around drinking and smoking pot all day (Err! Well i could , but then i'd be what most people call a good-for-nothing-why-don't-you-get-a-job-stop-boozing-it-up-all-the-time BUM! )
I come off as such a Asshole because, i don't really talk when i first meet someone and then they think i hate them. Honestly. I don't think ONE real friendship has begun without someone saying "I thought you hated me at first."
If someone doesn't say something to me first then i wont feel comfortable enoungh to talk, which sucks, cause then they think i'm a shut in that hates talking to people XD.
I'm just way to shy to initiate converstations many times, so when i'm around people they jump to the conclusion that i'm a 'SNOT'. And not to forget that sometimes people judge me for the way i look? That makes matters even more worse. Seriously snucks... I mean Sucks! I think I hate myself I've started to buy into what everyone was saying "why are you so quiet" blah blah that I really don't like myself anymore and that of course makes me unhappy. I just can't value introversion no matter what I just want to be work harder and harder to be liked and respected and admired by others. I realize I'm probably looking for acceptence externally to substitute for the lack of acceptence i have for myself, but I don't know what else to do but to work harder for other people to like me and not be so introverted, but I'm just not extroverted.
I've dying inside little by little nowhere to go, i'm outta my mind, this is an endless circle and i'm running from myself, there is no reason for standing still.
I'm just broken and i'm faded, i'm half the man that i thought i would be.
How does an introvert cope with all of this? how do I be more extroverted?
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Or You Will Die?
What if we found the "tree of life"?
Would we cut it down?
Make it into a small dog house?
and Paint it Fido brown?
Or would we cure the nations and
folks in our home town.
Crush it, roll it, kneed it, bake it.
take a bite, pass it 'round.
Or would we give it to the giants.
who make life drugs that cure.
"Synthesize this herb tree please."
Make a pill that's pure.
Death? Poison? Take two now!
We tested it. We're sure.
Only a few, of you will die
Our words could not be true-er.
Oh, yes, that tree you started with,
we, no longer need.
Health is now made from sweet crude oil.
It cuts down on the greed.
Also! It will fuel your new car
It's known you all love speed.
Just think of the time you'll save
No more crushing up that weed.
Yikes! A world, with life on a limb,
surely would be chaos!
So we destroyed ev-er-y plant!
The leftover leaves we tossed.
We own all of the sea floor pumps.
billions is what they cost.
Give up your plans to help each other.
It's done. Too bad. You lost.
The battle, the war, everything
It should be plain to see,
Worship those who give you life.
That's right, drop to one knee.
Swear allegiance to the new king.
Whom-ever that may be.
He only makes one small demand.
Do not TOUCH that "of life" tree.
. . . . . . .Or You Will Die . . . . . . . .
Would we cut it down?
Make it into a small dog house?
and Paint it Fido brown?
Or would we cure the nations and
folks in our home town.
Crush it, roll it, kneed it, bake it.
take a bite, pass it 'round.
Or would we give it to the giants.
who make life drugs that cure.
"Synthesize this herb tree please."
Make a pill that's pure.
Death? Poison? Take two now!
We tested it. We're sure.
Only a few, of you will die
Our words could not be true-er.
Oh, yes, that tree you started with,
we, no longer need.
Health is now made from sweet crude oil.
It cuts down on the greed.
Also! It will fuel your new car
It's known you all love speed.
Just think of the time you'll save
No more crushing up that weed.
Yikes! A world, with life on a limb,
surely would be chaos!
So we destroyed ev-er-y plant!
The leftover leaves we tossed.
We own all of the sea floor pumps.
billions is what they cost.
Give up your plans to help each other.
It's done. Too bad. You lost.
The battle, the war, everything
It should be plain to see,
Worship those who give you life.
That's right, drop to one knee.
Swear allegiance to the new king.
Whom-ever that may be.
He only makes one small demand.
Do not TOUCH that "of life" tree.
. . . . . . .Or You Will Die . . . . . . . .
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