04 July 2006

Punisher? I Was Hoping For Batman Or Superman

Right. Time went by and I was lost in what I found. You kept drinking the Kool-Aid. I'll bust a mother fucker. You'll take off from work early to eat pasta on some sidewalk and complain about flies and drink vodka based drinks. I will have the nail driven deepeer into my hand. It's your time to go. It's not my time to die. You'll live how you want. You'll never have this.
I have to do like 300,000 loads of laundry, clean my apartment, 3 loads of dishes and get the gym sock smell out of my apartment. Why? I have a visitor coming Thursday. Can't let the people know I am lazy.
If this mother fucker pulls any more shit. Chad McGreevy will "escort" him to the little league park, stab him in his fucking liver and Make him crawl the bases. Leaving the ground stained read, directing the children to the next base and how to get home. Chad McGreevy says this is a metaphor. I just think it's cool.
Do you like the pictures of art or the women better?
I felt like I was at home when I would see her. On random nights out and she would appear like a prophet before sinners. She came in and out of my life for a few years. My life would always get better when she was around. She would radiate an angelic quality so pure that I would silently bathe in her and draw in energy and inspiration. I was warned that if I got to close, she would go far away. On multiple nights it felt as if we would kiss, but being the man I am, I didn't want to let her down in any way. I wanted to be everything she would ever need. I felt she deserved it. She acted like a womb for me and she deserved better than me. She left. She went somewhere far away. I am trying to find her. I need her to rejuvenate me. I need her to look in my eyes again. I need to hear her voice. I need proof of God. I need to know If I am yet the man she deserves.