brass and chrome

i'm as mad as my mother.
i'm darker then the night
im addicted to africa
and everything is too bright

feeling fine in oh nine

whatever it's 2009. i really dislike odd numbers, they make me feel all gooey and feverish. i just want to drown them into a cortex of nothingness. i loathe them so much my enthusiasm to even do that is perished. its quite comical as my birthday is an odd number, oh the joy of hypocritism. i dropped my 2009 pisces horoscope book into the toilet the other day, purely accidental. obviously the somewhat esoteric metaphysical realms are shunning myself from their enigmatic prophecies. maybe i'm just really clumsy and have no muscular discipline. i'd probably choose the second one, considering the array of penetrating bruises i have obtained in the last few days. this whole being a human is so hard! i've given up on the whowhatwherewhenhowandwhy. i'm just going to amuse myself by observing the illusions of my own mind and being. it all sounds like a pretty darn good time to me. conformism is so 2008 right now, who cares what everyone else thinks is cool. i'm about as cool as they get in my world. hello new world! welcome to everything uncool.



i think it's time for me to finally start living. weliveandwelearn.welearnandwelive


"i'm just trying to do the opposite of left (right), as long as there is the opposite of death (life). you test, and i might just bring the opposite of life (death), till there's no one the opposite of right (left)" - Lupe Fiasco, Game Time