i'm bored every day. the only enjoyment i have is my laptop. i fiddle around with linux, do research, try to get things working and then i'm bored again. my writing bores me. my pictures bore me. i want to go to bed. i'm bored and i'm boring and i'm borin and i'm bored. surrounded by low rumbling rumbling rumbling the same rumbling. maybe i'll go to the rado, maybe i'll head to the coffee shop. maybe i'll just stop thinking about it and i'll suddenly find myself mindlessly driving home behind you or in front of you or all the way across town from where you are now or you are tomorrow or had just been 5 minutes ago. look at me. don't i look bored?
pint of beer and tunes from a box!
froth paints my mustache like a tail of a fox!
the sun was up high but now it is night,
i'm drunker than shit flung through the sky.
i fall on my left knee and land on my ear,
if i'll ever wake up isn't so clear,
i hope i'll meet my maker, cause he'll shake his head
cause there's no beer in heaven and i drank it all till i was dead.
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