Im Jus a Normal Dyud But..

I'm just a normal guy, just as plain as one can be.
My Mum & Dad were average folks, & that's how they raised me
I don't understand it, it's to normal things I'm geared
By day my life is sane, but at night my dreams are weird

I'm just a normal fella who goes off to work each day
I do my job, lunch with my mates, each week collect my pay
But in the night I dread the bed, each night is just the same
Cause all my dreams are kinky, one overnight sick game.

I'm dressed in a G-string tied in a bow
There's a chicken in a garter belt, Oh God no!
Birds fly by and wolf whistle overhead
Don't roll over there's a roo in the bed ...

15 Strippers all in a row
All with bra-straps ready to blow
One pretty lady dancin' in my lap
Don't you touch or you'll get a nasty slap.

I'm just a normal guy, just as plain as one can be.
My Mum & Dad were average folks, & that's how they raised me
I think one day when I was small, Ma dropped me in the sink
By day I'm just a normal sod, by all my dreams are kinked

I'd like to have a girlfriend, but it just never does work out
We get on fine until they find what my night dreams are about
Then they drop me like a stone, they say they can't compete
With nude three-breasted women with vibrators on their feet

Hippos in tutus, hot oil & cream
Chains and whips all to make me scream
Lizards & snakes all in strange places
They're gettin' it on & making lewd faces

When dreaming the nightclubs everywhere
Are chock full of animals in underwear
Teddy Bears in teddies, wombats in hot pants
All we need now is a couple thousand ants

I'm just a normal guy, just as plain as one can be.
My Mum & Dad were average folks, & that's how they raised me
My life could be near perfect, my life could be real fun
If only when I slept the chorus girls weren't dressed like nuns

I went to see a famous shrink, to straighten out my head
I told him if I can't get fixed I might as well be dead
He laid me down & said "tell me of your erotic dreams"
I said "One feather is erotic, not whole chickens soaked in cream!"

There are female wrestlers all covered in jelly
Exotic dancers doing things with their bellies
A cute sexy lady, covered in mud
Whispers in my ear with the voice of Elmer Fudd

There are strong males strippers with bricks in their jocks
With all those square corners they couldn't be socks
This stuff all around me is one kinky dream
Whatever you imagine I'm sure to have a theme

I guess it is my lot to life, can't beat it so I'll join
I suppose that they are only dreams they don't even cost a coin
So if at night you happen to hear me in my sleep
Just think, "that lucky bugger, is dancing naked tending sheep."

I'm just a normal guy, just as plain as one can be.
My Mum & Dad were average folks, & that's how they raised me
I don't under stand it, it's to normal things I'm geared
By day my life is sane, but at night my dreams are weird


well..wanned sum gud thotz..n i gess deze kinda ryme dun ze?..;)

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neo

IBM waznt around den...

Before IBM, The Head Programmer created the heavens (the area aboveyour computer) and the earth (the area below your computer). The earth wz a mass without order... sort Pascal program. Then, The Head Programmer (hereafter referred to as THP) said, 'Letthere be IBM.' And, IBM, as an infant company, appeared. And THP waz pleased wid it, and gab IBM great powers. THP let IBM grow for a tym, and then other companies began ta appear. Together, they created ze first computer market. All of these events happened in the first decade. N then THP said, 'Let IBM separate to form the mainframe division above n e microcomputer division below.' So THP made the mainframe divi-sion, separating the company to 4m another division. These events occurred in the second decade. Then THP said, 'Let the microcomputer division be infiltr8d, so dat IBM cannot be accused of bein a monopoly.' And so, it happened.Then THP called the IBM micro a PC, and called ze odez ' micros"compatibles". And he sed, 'Let ze earth burst forth with everysort of microcomputer and 'compatible', and allow doz computers 2b copied, so that the market is open'. And so it waz, n THP waz pleased. This all occurred in the third decade. Then THP said, 'Let der b oper8ing systems wid the computers ta gib lyf ta ze computer and to identify the Mainframe division n ze Micro division. De will allow ze users to use ze computer,and the version number shall mark the days and ze years. And so 'twaz. For THP made two systems, the VM system, and DOS, ta be used by ze divisions, the larger wun, VM, to preside over ze Mainframe divi-sion, and ze smaller wun, the DOS, to preside over ze Micro division.And THP gave them to IBM, to provide life to ze computer, and to pre-side over ze Mainframe and Micro divisions, and to divide ze two divisions. And THP waz pleased. This all happened in the fourth decade. Then THP said, 'Let the earth teem with applications programs, and ol oda types of programs, of every kind.' So THP created gr8 programming languages, and evry sort of applications programs, and every kind of game. And THP looked upon them with pleasure, and gab each a copyright. 'Multiply and stock ze earth,' he told 'em, and to ze games he said, 'Let your types grow. Be known throughout thethe world!' Dat ended ze fifth decade. Then THP said, 'Let the world bring forth every kind f peripheral,monitors and disk drives, printers, and ol types of add-ons.' And so it was. THP made all sorts f printers and disk drives and mouses.And THP was pleased with what he had done. Then THP sed, 'Let us make a programmer - someone like ourselves,to be the master of all computers upon ze earth and in the skies and in ze seas.' So THP instructed a man to be a programmer. Like THP did THP instruct the man. Male and Female, did he instruct alike.And THP graduated 'em and told 'em, 'Multiply and produce code, n subdue ol computers; u r ze masters of ol the software and ol ze peripherals. And see! I have given you the IBM computers through-out the world, and all the compatibles.' Then THP looked over all dat he had made, and it was superb in every aspect. This ended the sixth decade. Now at last, IBM was a thriving company, and with all the programs n programmers it would need. So in the seventh decade, THP halted ol work that he had been doing, and THP called this a system crash,and decreed dat ol computers would experience dis. Thus endeth the seventh decade. Later, man learned to hack, but that's another story....

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How to Catch a White Elephant

Go to an place where there are white elephants. Bring with you amuffin (with raisins). Climb a tree. When the white elephant is close,drop the muffin (with raisins) in front of it. The white elephant willbe happy, and eat the muffin (with raisins). White elephants likemuffins (with raisins). Repeat this procedure for five days in a row.After the fifth day, the white elephant will be used to its daily muffin(with rasins). The sixth day you climb the tree, bring with you a muffinwithout rasins. Drop the muffin as usual. When the white elephant findsout that the muffin lacks rasins, it will darken in anger.And then you catch it the same way as an ordinary grey elephant.

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compz ain ql..erm.mebbe de r..

I just gotta tell you..that I like computers a whole lot. They make my life easier. I likethe fact that there's a computer overseeing the internals of my micro-wave oven, my stereo, and my television, because there's less chance thatI can hurt myself with any of these devices. I sleep easier at nightknowing that when I get up in the morning I won't press the wrong buttonson my microwave oven and cause it to explode or something; the computerinside, like all intelligent, self-preserving beings, will prevent mefrom doing so. But, friends, there are just some places where computersdon't belong. I took my car in for a tune-up at the local garage. I won't mentionthe name of the company, but they sell tires and have a blimp. Now where I come from, a tune-up consists of new spark plugs, points,perhaps a new rotor cap, air and gas filters, and a timing adjustment.So I was a bit suprised when I saw... The Interrogator. The Interrogator was a large box roughly the size of a IBM 4341 CPUsitting on end. It was wheeled close to my car. From my vantage pointin the lobby of the station I could feel my car -- a small Honda Prelude-- shiver with fear. Several mechanics spent many minutes insertingthe tentacle-like appendages of The Interrogator into every orifice ofmy cowering Honda. Under the hood, up the tailpipe! My poor car.Until then, it had been a tailpipe virgin, and I still don't think ithas gotten over the trauma of that tune-up to this day. Once all the tentacles were firmly inserted, The Interrogator wasfired up. With a voice eerily reminiscent of Darth Vader, it said, yesI mean SAID: "Start the engine." The mechanics obeyed. For the next 15 minutes the computer inside The Interrogator examinedmy car. The mechanics stood close by, having coffee. In the lobby,I paced nervously. Finally, to my relief, the tentacles were removed. The Interrogatorproduced a written report of everything it thought was wrong with mycar, and the mechanics sprang into action fixing all those things. AsThe Interrogator was being wheeled away, I heard it say in that evil,deep voice: "We shall meet again, young Honda." The entire situation was quite disconcerting for me and my car, sowe're going to steer clear of Darth Vader and the blimp people from nowon. But without computers, you probably wouldn't be reading this, soI guess I still like them quite a bit. I just hope my microwave ovenisn't really a stormtrooper in disguise...

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neo

Navigator(KIND tales #2)

Abhi closed the front door firmly, but quietly, in order not to wake the still sleeping Srijo. He always left promptly at 7.30 in the mornings and Srijo usually slept until about 8 o'clock. He had never been a breakfast person and preferred his solitude in the early morning, drinking cup after cup of tea in peace and quiet, although he would sometimes have the radio on quietly.
Abhiroop Brahma hated his wife. This was a fact that he had come to terms with for some years now. Of course he never admitted as much to any other living person, certainly not Srijo herself. If she had any wits she would know and do the decent thing and leave me, he thought, but he knew that Srijo had little or no wits and leaving him was the last thing in her mind.
When they were young and in love, or so they supposed themselves at the time, things seemed different. Srijo was a jolly, friendly girl and not bad looking and they were content to drift along, getting engaged as a matter of course, and settling down into the routine which became their lives for twenty-seven years. They had two children, a boy and a girl, both somewhat brighter than their parents, who were now attending university and making their own lives.
For some time now, Abhi had nurtured a dream. It had started as a vague indefinable longing and gradually turned into an all-consuming passion. He wanted to sail away in a boat, preferably before he was fifty-five, and capture some of that youthful feeling of adventure before it was too late. Who knows, if he hadn't met and married Srijo, he might have had the adventures he was now seeking. To prove he meant business, he attended navigation classes at the local Adult Education Centre and would talk knowledgeably of infrastructure and suchlike, to anyone kind enough to listen.
It wasn't so bad while the children were younger, but now they had fled the nest and he was left with the prospect of growing old with Srijo. The children had given them a common interest while they were at home, but their departure highlighted the yawning chasm between them. They had, to be blunt, nothing in common. No shared interest. Srijo thought his dream of sailing away was laughable and called him a dreamer - a latter day Walter Mitty. She certainly didn't take the matter seriously. To be fair to her, she did buy Abhi a model boat, quite an expensive one too, so he could practise sailing on the village pond. Far from satisfying his longing for all things nautical, this simply fired his enthusiasm. He was even more determined to one day have a "real" boat.
Srijo, on the other hand, was content with her life and always had been. She enjoyed bringing up the children and housekeeping - and now she valued her part-time job. Her only objective, if you could call it such, was security in Abhi's and her old age. Adventure was not on the agenda. She did not dream or aspire; she took as a matter of course what life had handed to her; she slept soundly every night and, if she dreamed at all, it was about the new kitchen she planned or which bulbs to plant for next spring. Everything was fine as it was. Poor old Abhi would soon forget these silly notions of sailing away in some little boat. At any rate, this was Abhi's reading of the situation.
Abhi's job as a supervisor at G.DMashi. Supermarket, a position he had held for some years, could not be described as fulfilling - but it paid well and, with no qualifications to speak of, he considered himself lucky to have a reasonably well paid and secure job. Despite that, he craved for something more.
The more staid and comfortable and middle-aged Srijo became, the more Abhi's imagination was fired by the thought of doing something exciting before he was too old. He liked what he saw in the mirror; he had kept his hair and his teeth; and he was quite slim. He also kept himself fit. He jogged on a regular basis and prided himself on his firm abdomen and muscular physique.Abhi knew divorce would be out of the question. Srijo had strong views about the sanctity of marriage and besides, to be fair to Abhi, he had never really been interested in other women. (Few of them liked sailing, from what he had gathered; sailing away in a boat was not something that seemed to appeal to most women). He would be hard put to it to make a case for divorce on any other grounds. Anyway, he and Srijo had each taken out sizeable life insurance policies in the early years of their marriage, so the solution was clear… Srijo must depart this life, and not before too long if he had anything to do with it.
Bloodthirsty he was not, and she was the mother of his children, so whatever Abhi devised must not be too painful, and must either be an unfortunate accident or death by natural causes. It was not going to be easy. There would be a great deal of thinking to do. One thing he was sure of. There was going to be no third party involved. You couldn't trust anyone. They could blackmail you in the future. Make a botch of it. Anything. No, he must do it himself, unaided.
Srijo had always kept fairly healthy, despite her fondness for cream cakes and her smoking habit; another black mark against her in Abhi's book. For the life of him he couldn't see how there could be a sudden deterioration in her health. Not one that wouldn't arouse suspicion. And then the idea came to him.
Recently, in his spare moments at lunchtime, Abhi had been visiting the surrounding boatyards. They lived close to the river Gangeshwar so there were plenty to choose from. On one of these jaunts he had come across a new venture called "The Kalighat Inn" - a restaurant cum boathouse with a small artificial lake on which less ambitious sailors could have a go, with little or no risk.
They had an anniversary coming up and they always reckoned to celebrate with a little outing to a restaurant. This had become a ritual as far as Srijo was concerned. Why not take her somewhere different this year, to the new "Kalighat Inn". He had dropped by one evening on the way home from GDM'z and noticed little coloured lights strung in the trees surrounding the lake. One or two couples had small boats out, in the dark, and that's when the idea hit him.
Srijo seemed surprised and pleased with his suggestion of somewhere different on their anniversary this year and promptly made an appointment with the hairdresser for that same afternoon. Besides, she was relieved, if for no other reason, than that she wouldn't have to bother to cook that evening; one of the reasons she kept up the annual ritual of a meal out. She prayed for fine weather; so often when she had her hair done the heavens would open and a wind would spring up, driving rain beneath her umbrella.
Abhi arrived home punctually from GDM'z that evening. He was hoping the good weather would last so he could put his plans into operation. Srijo was busy getting ready, having a bath and trying not to get her crisp new hairdo wet. She worked during the morning in a nearby garage and so had been free to go to the hairdressers in the afternoon.
Unusually for him, Abhi turned up this evening with a bottle of gin and some tonic. Not difficult when you worked in a supermarket but not something he had ever done before. He explained to Srijo that he felt in a celebratory mood and that it wasn't every day you'd been married for twenty-seven years. She was quite overcome by this show of what she thought was sentimentality and agreed to have a drink before they set off. He hummed to himself in the kitchen as he sliced up a lemon and took ice from the refrigerator.
Just a trifle tiddly, but no more, they got into their shiny new little Nissan Sunny and drove off in a happy frame of mind to their rendezvous at "The Kalighat Inn". They were shown to their table overlooking the lake and pretty soon, after another gin and tonic each, were tucking in: Abhi into rump steak and chips and Srijol into fried scampi and chips, washed down with their favourite sweet white wine. Abhi persuaded his wife to indulge in a sickly dessert. After coffee, without consulting Srijo, he ordered two cognacs and, after those gins and tonic and wine, she lost all resolution and, with a giggle, sipped her brandy. .When he settled the bill, Abhi announced that the evening wasn't over yet - he had another little treat in store. Helping her on with her jacket, he took her outside the Inn and led her towards the boatyard. His plan was to take her on a little moonlit sail to round off their anniversary dinner.
When he had rowed them some way across the lake, round to the other side of a little island, covered in weeping willows, he pushed her in. With any luck, after the heavy meal and the fact that she was slightly drunk, and certainly overweight, she would drown quickly and he could start life anew on his chosen path.
Srijo floundered and gasped and splashed, beating the water with her arms. Without clothes Srijo, like many plump people, was a strong swimmer, but tonight the odds were against her. Doped with alcohol, a heavy meal, and fairly substantial outdoor clothing, she felt herself beginning to succumb. However, her survival instinct was a powerful one and she managed to grab the side of the boat, before Abhi could manoeuvre it away from her. Because she was wet and therefore so weighty, as she grasped the side of the boat, it keeled over - and into the water went Abhi.
Meantime, Srijo recovered from her ordeal. She managed to get herself to the small island, clinging on to some long grass overhanging the bank, and she screamed for help. She didn't yet know what had happened to Abhi.
Whether it was the shock of the cold water, or whether Abhi had always had an undiscovered heart defect, the coroner couldn't say; he might have had a heart attack at some stage, anyhow. Personally he thought these middle aged joggers asked for all they got. But he conducted the proceedings with decorum and sympathy, respecting the grieving widow and her terrible shock.
Srijo knew she had been pushed in - but for the sake of her children, the neighbours and all (not to mention the insurance money) she decided to say nothing. But her grief for Abhi was considerably diminished by this knowledge.
Srijo stood on the quayside gazing at the huge liner; little coloured flags waved in the breeze against an azure sky. Today, she would realise a dream she had fostered in secret for years... She would embark on an adventure that previously seemed like a pipe dream. Thanks to the insurance money, she was going on a world cruise. A luxury world cruise. None of your silly little boats.

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neo

Stranger(KIND tales #1)

Rajdip was sitting in the kitchen with his son Abhi, who was home sick, when the doorbell rang. Cursing softly, he went and opened the door to a skeletal man who held a briefcase.
And you are? Rajdip asked. Neo. The man extended a bony hand. Rajdip gave him a cold stare.
Your wife sent me here. Neo smiled. Lydia?Yes, so you could make the final decision.Regarding? Why, the tiles for the upstairs bathroom, Sir.Well, she never discussed this with me.Maybe she forgot. Neo shrugged. Anyway, I’ll only take a second of your time.
He pushed his way through the door and into the kitchen, where Abhi had just emptied a bowl of Jell-O on the floor and was dancing on top of it, singing, Squish, squish, Squish-eeeee, Abhi! Go to your room! Rajdip turned to Neo. Kids...Yes, Neo nodded, they do nonsensical things until they grow up and commit inexcusable acts.Rajdip stared at him with hard eyes: Just show me the tiles, OK. Certainly. Neo opened his briefcase, and Rajdip tried to focus on what he thought was a green glow hovering just above it, but his eyes kept glazing over.
Which of these samples do you like, Rajdip?I…don’t know. Rajdip mopped the sweat from his forehead and pointed randomly.Bad choice! Neo shook his head.Why? Neo yawned.Well, it’s kind of like putting perfume on a pig.Rajdip forced his eyes open: What pig? I m referring to the tiles. Rajdip: I’m no good at this. Rajdip stood and shuffled unevenly toward the stairs. I’ll check on Abhi. His beefy hand grasped the banister before he reconsidered and lowered himself to sit on the steps. I feel like crap.You’ll cheer up when your girlfriend calls. Neo chirped.Rajdip’s eyes darkened. How did you…?I know all of your secrets, Rajdip. Get out of my house! But you haven t chosen the tiles yet.I said get out!
The phone rang. Neo picked up the receiver and handed it to Rajdip, whose face brightened in spite of the on-set of partial paralysis. Hey, Ankita, I m so glad you called, but I really can’t talk right now. I’ll call you later. Bye. Love you. It kind of makes me sad for your wife. Neo sighed and picked at his fingernails.You shouldn’t be here anymore! Rajdip snapped. Neo positioned himself in front of Rajdip’s vacant gaze.Listen closely, Rajdip. When Lydia gets home early today, she’ll find you unconscious in a puddle of your own piss and Abhi upstairs crying. But if I hadn’t come, she would’ve found you in bed with Ankita. Why, you goddamn…Rajdip’s pallor took on a deadly hue. He clutched his abdomen. There have been so many women in your life, Rajdip, and you’ve selfishly destroyed each of their lives. When will you stop playing your destructive games? …whore of mother whores. Rajdip waved impotent fists through the air before collapsing across the base of the stairs. Saliva smeared his cheek. He let out a tortured sigh as Neo trampled over him on his way upstairs.Sweet dreams, Rajdip.Neo’s green eyes glowed as he opened the master bedroom closet and deftly spun the safe’s combination. He stuffed his pockets full of cash and turned to leave.
Where's my daddy? Abhi stood in the doorway.Sleeping downstairs. Hey, want some candy?I don’t take candy from strangers.Wow, you’re smart. Want to know something else about strangers? What? Never ever let them in your house, no matter what cockadoodle excuse they give you. They’re dangerous. Abhi’s lips began to tremble.Go back to your room now. Neo stared into the boy’s eyes until they glazed over. Abhi nodded distantly and walked away.
A strangled groan escaped Rajdip’s throat as Neo stomped on his stomach while clearing the last step. He whistled and the green glow disappeared inside his briefcase, which he snapped shut. As he headed out the door, he thought of Lydia, who would return home shortly. In her epic fight with Rajdip, she would insist that she’d had no plans of renovating the bathroom, didn’t he know that? Was he really so stupid as to believe a total stranger, one named Neo, no less? Her conversation with Abhi would confuse her even more. Long after their marriage had dissolved, she would continue to question the events of that day without ever reaching any logical conclusion.
Neo’s briefcase bumped heavily against his leg as he trudged along. It was becoming a burden to carry, full as it was of peoples pain. He rang the doorbell. Mr. G. Das was home today, recuperating from a bad case of poison ivy that he’d caught while helping his wife plant decorative bushes that were on sale and out-of-style.What really interested Neo was the life savings that Mr. G.Das kept stuffed inside his bedroom mattress, unbeknownst to his wife.
The old oak door swung open, and there stood Mr. G.Das, his arms scratched red and raw.Do I know you? He grimaced.Neo. Mr. G.Das stared in open hostility at the bony hand Neo extended.I’m from the medical clinic, Neo explained. Your wife, Mashi, called saying you needed better medication for that nasty outbreak of yours.Mr. G.Das grinned, exposing graying teeth.Come in, he said. I was just making a pitcher of iced tea.

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neo

Musings of a Rebel

im a rebel..

i c oders leadin a carefree normal life...c der joyful faces..they play..they gossip they love..i c friendships made n broken n made 1ce agen..

but i dun care..i dont want a happy serene life...i dun wanna dream..i dun wanna c visionz..i dun wanna luv..i dun wanna b luved..im a rebel..sad bastards they..

i watch their xtatik faces as they feel the essence of soft numbers...c them humming a tune dat speaks of love n lyf..sumtymez i hum along.sumtymez i dont..it duznt really matter..i lissen 2 metal musik..not coz i lyk 2..but coz i think itz rebellious..it speaks f death n misery..they prolly think im sadistic..

but i dun care..i dont want a happy serene life...i dun wanna dream..i dun wanna c visionz..i dun wanna luv..i dun wanna b luved..im a rebel..sad bastards they...

i watch as they help oders..watch them struggle 2 improve society..they care 4 n luv oders..i watch them being admired n luved in return..i kno they give their best..i kno dat de wud gib nething 2 c dis world a better place where evry person lives his dream..sumtymes i think id lyk it dat way..sumtymes i dont..it duznt really matter..i live life for myself..myself and myself only..i am cruel n unsympathetic...not coz i want 2..but coz i think itz rebellios..evry1 wantz ta b angel..but itz rebellios 2 d antichrist..de prolly think im evil..

but i dun care..i dont want a happy serene life...i dun wanna dream..i dun wanna c visionz..i dun wanna luv..i dun wanna b luved..im a rebel..sad bastards they..

i watch them indulge in d simple pleasured f lyf..sleeping in klass..harmless flirting..frendship n fun..sumtymez i watch them n smile..sumtymez i dont..it duznt really matter...i live a lyf of desperation enmity sex n drugs..not coz i wanna but coz i think itz rebellios..happiness breeds contenment..i dun wanna b content...they prolly think im dangerous..

but i dun care..i dont want a happy serene life...i dun wanna dream..i dun wanna c visionz..i dun wanna luv..i dun wanna b luved..im a rebel..sad bastards they..

i watch them devote their entire livez to love..but i dun love..

love...evrytym i close my eyes i kno im gonna c her..evrytym mah heart skips a beat i kno itz thinkin about her..evrytym i dream i kno wat im gonna dream about..evrybreath i take i kno hu itz fer..itz olwez her..dat same smile playin @her lipz which seem 2 laff at my desperation..her hair bein buffeted by de wind..n fer dat moment i envy de wind..her form a perfekt amalgamation of the elementz..i hear a song drifting 4m an unknown origin..sum1 told me dat love wud ol save us..but how can dat b..luk wat luv gave us..a world full of killing..of blood spilling...".mebbe im in love..mebbe not..it duznt really matter..i tell ppl i dunt love...not coz i lyk 2...but coz itz rebellios...they say im not a human being...

but i dun care..i dont want a happy serene life...i dun wanna dream..i dun wanna c visionz..i dun wanna luv..i dun wanna b luved..im a rebel..sad bastards they..

they say i shud stop n think..prolly i shud..im a rebel..but wat m i rebelling agenst?..agenst humanity..agenst luv..agenst lyf?..mebbe agenst mahself..they say im a failure...

but i dun care..i dont want a happy serene life...i dun wanna dream..i dun wanna c visionz..i dun wanna luve..i dun wanna b luved..im a rebel..sad bastards they..

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neo