Tuesday, October 13, 2009

(silently weird ) Lack of happiness, noisy presence of unhappiness, figuratively boring life

Someone said "In this world there is nastiness derived from god knows where. you are not this",
you said "You are angry bastard" and you, yes you, said "You are weird".
I am weird angry bastard, not this.
When I suffer too much I'm locking myself inside. Like many others do. It is normal right?
When I'm confused. When I'm in doubt I'm silently here, but my doors are unlocked, just in case. Weakness, when I'm confused.
I'm shutting eyes, I don't care. Weird is good.

Down from the ceiling Drips great noise 
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof.
Behind these two hills hereThere's a pool  
And when I'm swimming in through a tunnel
I shut my eyes

6 comments:

Dress Hater said...

It seems u cld do with a lil humor. Its free and beats da hell outta therapy or drinking yerself silly...


A vacationing penguin is driving through Arizona when he notices
that the oil-pressure light is on. He gets out to look and sees
oil dripping out of the motor. He drives to the nearest town and
stops at the first gas station.

After dropping the car off, the penguin goes for a walk around
town. He sees an ice-cream shop and, being a penguin in Arizona,
decides that something cold would really hit the spot.

He gets a big bowl of vanilla ice cream and sits down to eat.
Having no hands, he makes a real mess trying to eat with his
little flippers.

After finishing his ice cream, he goes back to the gas station
and asks the mechanic if he's found the problem. The mechanic
looks up and says,

"It looks like you blew a seal."

"No, no," the penguin replies, "it's just ice cream."

Anonymous said...

lol

The Famous Blue Coat said...

That's a good one. Seriously made me laugh. Surprised to see your comment here, more of such and you're gonna take it over :))
Miss your texts though, you should revive your blog.
This penguin remind me of someone...=.="

Dress Hater said...

Hey you :)

Glad to see youre happier somewhat. Seriously, alcohol kills creativity and lowers yer libido... Youre no good to womankind if we can only ooh n aah to yer eyes stead of chomping down on you and realise Mr Johnson aint home!

:D

My rants are gonna be up n running real soon ;) Ive been in prose limbo way too long and i need to let some rip. Retail therapy is just way too expensive!

Dress Hater said...

This'll definitely perk yer day ;)



A blind man walks into a restaurant and sits down. The waiter,
who is also the owner, walks up to the blind man and hands him a
menu.

"I'm sorry sir, but I am blind and can't read the menu. Just
bring me a dirty fork from the previous customer, I'll smell it
and order from there."

A little confused, the owner walks over to the dirty dish pile
and picks up a greasy fork. He returns to the blind man's table
and hands it to him. The blind man puts the fork to his nose and
takes in a deep breath.

"Ah, yes that's what I'll have, meatloaf and mashed potatoes."

Unbelievable, the owner says to himself as he walks towards the
kitchen. The cook happens to be the owner's wife and he tells her
what had just happened. The blind man eats his meal and leaves.

Several days later the blind man returns and the owner mistakenly
brings him a menu again.

"Sir, remember me? I'm the blind man."

"I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. I'll go get you a dirty
fork." The owner again retrieves a dirty fork and brings it to
the blind man. After another deep breath, the blind man says,

"That smells great, I'll take the Macaroni and cheese with
broccoli.

Once again walking away in disbelief, the owner thinks maybe the
blind man is screwing around with him and tells his wife that the
next time the blind man comes in he's going to test him. The
blind man eats and leaves.

He returns the following week, but this time the owner sees him
coming and runs to the kitchen. He tells his wife, "Mary rub this
fork around your crotch before I take it to the blind man." Mary
complies and hands her husband the fork back.

As the blind man walks in and sits down, the owner is ready and
waiting. "Good afternoon sir, this time I remembered you and I
already have the fork ready for you."

The blind man puts the fork to his nose, takes a deep whiff and
says, "Hey I didn't know that Mary worked here"

Anonymous said...

not funnieeeeeeeee

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