copelandia.
Bluelighter
Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, pour boiling hot coffee on your crotch, brush your teeth, open and close the door, run to the bus stop, shirt untucked and purchase the wrong ticket, late to work, finish work (nothing happens at work), get home, eat dinner, watch TV, sleep.
Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, pour boiling hot coffee on your crotch, brush your teeth, WHAT THE FUCK!? AM I INSIDE A FUCKING WASHING MACHINE!
That is life, it is indeed a fucking washing machine, I’m correct, I wholly agree with my own sentiment. I just wish I could get my colour-wash ass out of the fucker. I actually tried it not too long ago; I walked to the park, I started smoking cigars and last but not least I listened to copious amounts of music, mounds and mounds of music, fucking large chunks of music.
Have I changed life enough to consider it a kaleidoscope as opposed to a washing machine; the simple answer, no. Life is still a washing machine; the only difference is that it has a $10 note, lint and G-string thrown in it.
Wake up, get dressed, eat breakfast, pour boiling hot coffee on your crotch, brush your teeth, WHAT THE FUCK!? AM I INSIDE A FUCKING WASHING MACHINE!
That is life, it is indeed a fucking washing machine, I’m correct, I wholly agree with my own sentiment. I just wish I could get my colour-wash ass out of the fucker. I actually tried it not too long ago; I walked to the park, I started smoking cigars and last but not least I listened to copious amounts of music, mounds and mounds of music, fucking large chunks of music.
Have I changed life enough to consider it a kaleidoscope as opposed to a washing machine; the simple answer, no. Life is still a washing machine; the only difference is that it has a $10 note, lint and G-string thrown in it.
