Current Mood:  frustrated
Current Music: Replacements - Swingin Party
After contemplating Amanda's (insulting Amanda) comments to me from a few days back I have come to the following conclusion.
I have built for myself a psychic suit of armor. And clad in them; my vision is restricted, my movements are clumsy and painful, my skin is bruised, and my spirit is broiled in the sun. While I stare at a leaf, opportunity falls like two cherries from the tree of possibilities
Idealism deals with rules. And there are no rules.
Realism deals with rocks. And there are lots of rocks. I get along better with rocks anyways.
I have used my knowledge and wisdom to wrap a straightjacket around my reality and have ceased to take life as the art of playing games.
I am suffering from the Curse of Greyace and Popedale should perform a Turkey Curse to exorsize me. (I need some exorsizin to rid myself of the protruding belly.)And he better not do it by the books, either. I have been a Polyfather for too long. |