the days are fine. plenty of sunshine. plenty of things to do. three jobs now. fine. let’s juggle. we’ll juggle. what-ev. fuck a cop, hip-hop. fuck the cop that followed me for 10 minutes tonight. fuck the cop that ran a red light to ride my ass. yeah, maybe i flipped you off. maybe i flipped you off for no better reason than you’re a fucking cop. you and your buddy. you should be used to it by now, you fuckin’ cop.
it’s the evenings. no, not the evenings. the evenings i drive around, listen to music, and rage at the pigs on my ass. it’s a bitch, too. i got a sign on the top of my car– a big, light up sign. it says: “papa johns.” fancy that. well, less that fucker be blind, or an exceptionally dumn muthafucker, I won’t be ducking him. not with my halo on top.
it’s the nights. the nights that are troublesome. difficult. it’s boredom… but that damning boredom that doesn’t let you do anything except be bored. bored. heh. aren’t i just a staggering intellectual. to complain of boredom. go to sleep, mark. no, fuck you. i’m going to stare off in to space. go to sleep, mark. no, fuck you. i’m going to watch lame-ass videos on google video for an hour. why the fuck not. i could be sleeping. go to sleep, mark. no, fuck you. let’s check the blogs again. no, they haven’t changed. what about digg? i don’t give a shit. couldn’t give a flying fuck. sure, let’s go read. go read about useless, irrelvent boring shit. vista delayed until january 2007. fuck off. office 2007 delayed to coincide with vista laucnh. fuck off. winxp on a macbook pro. fuck off. i don’t care. i don’t care. i don’t care. i don’t even want to know. i just don’t want to go to sleep. to sleep, perchance to dream. but i don’t– no, sometimes i do. sometimes when i stay in bed till 11:00, till noon, cuz i wouldn’t let myself go to bed the night before. because i don’t want to get up. face the day. face the disappointment. the directionlessness. the inadequacy. the failure. the nothingness. the same-old-shit-different-face.
sometimes i wish i didn’t know anyone. just let me deliver pizzas in peace. i’ll turn off my stereo; i’ll turn off my phone. i’ll leave my halo on, and flip cops off.
add it up, break it down. if you’re reading this, you made the cut. ha. and who the fuck are all these random people who make accounts? i don’t know you. you don’t know me. show me one happy fuckin’ family.
charles darnay. lucie. golden thread. name the book for 2 bonus points.
it’s the ngihts. it’s the nights. the nights. nights. night. nightfall. goodnight. no, not goodnight. just goodbye, for now. time to go check digg.
fuck. guess what time it is.
