This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
this made my dayI am so stressed out lately... I don't really know what is wrong with me... I don't like this place anymore... I love the people. But hate the place.... Its a feeling of wrongfulness that I get when I am here...
I feel like I should be elsewhere doing other productive things... I feel trapped. Like an animal. Being hunted.
I am fast. I wont get caught again.
I cant get out of here fast enough for my mind to handle..
If I don't make it.
this will be my memorandum;
This has got to die,
This has got to stop,
This has got to lie down,
Someone else on top.
You can keep me pinned,
It's easier to tease,
But you can't paint an elephant,
Quite as good as she.
And she may cry like a baby,
And she may drive me crazy
Cause I am lately lonely.
So, why'd you have to lie,
I take it I'm your crutch,
The pillow in your pillowcase,
Is easier to touch.
And when you think you've sinned,
You fall upon your knees,
Just see within your picture,
Just still forget the breeze.
And she may rise,
If I sing you down,
And she may wisely,
Cling to the ground.
Cause I am lately horny.
So why would would she take me thorny
This has got to die,
This has got to stop,
This has got to lie down,
Someone else on top.
Well you can both keep me pinned
Cause it's easier to tease
But you can't make me happy
Quit as good as me.
When you know that's a lie.
killed softly at 4/11/2006 01:54:00 PM
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