Sometimes I enjoy not making sense.
Today just happens to be one of those days, Aren't you lucky?
Today, when the bell rang, ending my history class and the school day, I looked down at my paper and found that somewhere within that painstakingly long 75 minute stretch, I had scribbled this all over my notes.
I blame Catherine the Great.
What have we become?
We are Oxymorons
I am the sun and the heir
But ugly monsters like him.
The kids are all alright?
They say it like it's true
I really doubt that....
The Queen is thier slave
The girl has dead eyes
The sink overflows
Neopotism is thick in our blood
I don't pity him at all
And I am 1871 and in love with chaos
Which will never fit in fourteen lines
I don't know anything anymore
Forgotten how to ride a bike, to tie my shoe laces tight
And we are going tumbling into hell
If you don't understand Shakespeare,
It's about sex
Deep down it all is
Gone baby's gone
She grew up so well
Am I a Yahoo?
Tell me you do
I'm cut of a different cloth
Sitting in the back row with bubblegum dreamsI'd praise the flanderer for want of funny words
Worship at the altar of love affairs
Find a thousand guys name Adam Smith for a tidbit of intellectual thought
We Bail out the econmy, but not the dead girl sold up river
Nineteen year boys, who sit across from me fight the wars of governments, I don't understand
If I only had a brain
If he only had a heart
If we only had the nerve
I don't even have a home
Fuck this!
I'm getting cheese fries.
I'm so out of here.
I am such a screw up. I can't even write my own messsed up stuff anymore, i have to steal it from songs and passing conversation.
It's a very good thing that, I am a fast copier of notes, or else I wouldn't have anything to show for being in school at all.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm even there at all.....
I don't think, therefore I'm not? That's math I can't even do!
-History's youngest child on Artificial Sweetener.
