Resistance To Existance Is Futile

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 dreams

I'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.