Press the button, get a treat. But don't pull the lever...

or you're gonna get fried.

These days get long and 'duntant. REfresh my memory; why do I do this dumb deed on the daily?

BEEP!!!!.

"Hi, is this Mr. Sheep? Good morning, Mr. Sheep!!! Well, I'm the Wolf in your clothing. And I was just looking to steal your soul...right, right, don't you worry, my pack of scavengers will devour you soon enough. Oh, what's that? 30 year fixed, FHA? Swell..."

Ding!!!

I can't think about a damned do or don't in my dumps, can you dig it? The office has spaced my mental capacity to the point I'm pointed at nothing t'all or small. I'm indifferent, ambivalent, and awful, blase...I really need to rejuvenate my -ness...

But I am le tired...



Wake yo ass up!!! It's time for a revolution bitches...




Clearly, I'm a little scattered nowadays. I must say, It's a fun sort of lost...but tiresome and without worth. Won't someone, or something, bring me back into FUCKUS.
--"That's what I was thinking..."
"She said FOCUS."

Whatever.

WHOOP-DEE-DO!!! What does it all mean, Basil?

It means that my whole life smells like shit.

It IS shit Casey.

Oh, good, then it IS just me.


I have to get my fuckwad self a-moving a-long. Seems the general consensus is that failure, disappointment, and sense of self pity is what I've got to work from. Yet the glass is half full and all that jazz. Gotta keep that clause close, cause the clock is tocking and CLICK...there's no more ticks left.

Time's up.




Ding.



After you wake, I'll be waiting awash in a wash of waste. What do you want to do then, with this vex of hexed jest? Enjoy what is, whatever it is. Probably nothing but fluff and follies. However dreary or droning the days, dream despite the dread and deceit.