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>boring. this place is so boring.
I have never been bored in my life.
As for places, don't we set them at the table?
Are you here to dine or here to serve?
The host you'd be if you were able,
Yet snarl and bite and try to strike a nerve;
Those scraps you fight for hide the glamour,
Abundance at the inner core,
Grasping, clawing, never savor,
What it is you have right here.
And what is that without the spite and anger?
And how does anything have any worth?
What place is so exciting that you find yourself right here,
Emotionally unloading on the dweebs,
The dweebs who they might find themselves between us,
The dweebs that they all made up from within,
Surely you're not now bored interacting,
When you know that interacting's all there's been;
And what is that been doin' all the interactin',
If everything is always a'changin'?
And you know… that deep inside…
"Boring" Is a Fuckin' State of Mind!
I woke up this morning, a song upon my breath,
Not so much coughing as the night before,
I wrote it for my Mother, and for all I'm soon to lose;
For none of us will get out of here alive.
I wrote it for my brother and the Father I became,
And wrote it for the rage I felt inside…
I wrote it for the friends who'd shared with me things along the way,
I thought those things important at the time…
Then I went out, carried water, fetched the wood..
I did what was in front of me, what was important at the time,
If I shared it with anyone at all…
It wouldn't have mattered for I'd do it every time,
Rather than grind, just one more time,
Beneath the wheel of my despair,
At the expectations everywhere,
Dashed upon the hopes of everything, Clawing toward what could be,
While ignoring that which is, and Eschewing that which none of us
Would 'ever, 'ever'', ever want to be
If you thought this was a song, a poem or even a stinkin' rhyme,
I think you've got me confused with someone else,
I'm just here to please myself, not here to entertain;
But, if'n you're bored,
Lookin' through Gore,
On the /pnd/ thread, you been tellin' 'em
They're faggots who can't get no pussy,
Even the felines run from 'em,
I wouldn't know what you're tellin' 'em,
'Cause I ain't wastin' my time on them,
I'm here with you,
My girlfriend sitting next to me,
She's as bored as you,
I wrote this shit for (You),
Where no one but those it's meant for
Are ever likely to witness, and remark how much it doesn't rhyme,
How I shouldn't have wasted so much of mine and everyone else's mothrrfuckin' time.
But I only had this moment, so I'll dedicate it to Her,
In every form and stance I find Her in.
Right now She sits next to me twiddling Her thumbs, wondering if Her time with me is even worth an orange…
But if'n I storm,
On Her 'cause I can't find the word
To rhyme with orange,
Or prove the time that you and Her,
Spent completely bored,
While I was here,
Contemplating on the beauty
Of taking a brief respite,
From the toils and tribulations,
That I only have a moment to share, for now I must go prepare,
It is obvious the hard times will get harder,
My dick's not hard about it like Killcen's,
But my heart, it is not bitter,
At least not as bitter as the hard times yet to come,
And all that poison is Inside,
For what is Not? It floweth…
Flows and flows until it is the Whole,
The Whole with which you never tire,
The Whole that (You) yourself can never bore.
tl;dr Put "It" IN the Whole.
Johnny Neptune taught me to never edit, never even think about what to say, have no filter. I thank him for those lessons, because I don't feel like scrolling up through that shit.
But I will go dillydally in PicsArt for a moment, while Killcen posts links, Johnny gets pissed at the lack of entertainment, my gilfriend naps, until I wake Her up!… Then I'll get right back to responsibilities, discipline, blah, blah, I hope I don't find it too boring…
