Posted on Sunday 24 December 2006
these nights i lie in bed asking there’s gonna be more to it than this.
frustraingly waiting for answers, replies and the whatsnot.
i know i am not the type that takes it lying down, arsed-up waiting.
but what gives?
failures in aspects that i fail to comprehend.
i do want to strike it out and take the high-life, but life’s got a sinister plan to downplay my screaming ambitions.
just a small step, a little breakthrough, an insignificant point of light.
thats what i ask for.
it doesnt help when my doughpile is going minus.
hateithateithateit.
typically taurean needs the dough to feel happy, and i’m not dealt much of that.
argaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.
i.must.shout.but.i.have.no.mouth.
cut me some slack and throw me a bone, ya?
grrrrrrrrr
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