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Submitted:Dec 6, 2008    Reads: 47    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

The questions have become all to boring, i have grown extreamly tired of trying to impress even the most unique of individuals,monkeys all around me,ashes at my feet,i love to eat, there is no peace,everything is a ghoust,every breath a strugle of complete and utter bordem,if only i did not have to work, to have a job,eeeeehhhhhhhhhh...............what an absolute horrid, and i struggle to say, in fear that i am rong, beautiful life this is, could we not colectively come up with some other means of carring on,is this the best we could do, this mediocer shit storm,how i envy imaginary angels, for they live great without pain, and yes i know i should be the romantic artist , and saythings like , ohh, how i love pain, and welcome death, perhaps the latter,but i do not love pain, i just want to be left alone , in peace, in love, or in balls...............................Lucien Remeese


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