Over 16,538,969 people are on fubar.
What are you waiting for?
You'd think with my history swallowing pills would be a little easier.
Everything from my right thumb to the base of my skull is twisted
as I fix another cheap virgin to wash down the soapy flavor of painkiller and stabilizer.
It's been almost 6 years and all that's come back is my swing.
Everything else, I'm kinda afraid of.
I'd tell you a happy story, or an inane one.
I'd ramble about strategy, lovers, justice and philosophy.
Maybe even cooking.
But my heart's just not it in right now.
When my arm hurts
it doesn't effect my mood
my mood hurts, and my arm hurts as a diversion.
and as a bonus frustration.
I want to quit ffxi, get a job, pay my bills, and maybe
just maybe
meet someone I can give two shakes of my dick about.
And not worrying about it
isn't as simple as cracking your knuckles, or watching your favorite movie.
My arm hurts, and you haven't been given the privelege of the emptiness that comes with that.
I'm an excellent cook.
I'm an outstanding poet.
I'm an enthusiastic lover.
And it doesn't mean a fucking thing to me right now.
Three cheers for dystopia.
Where the only highs are low.
