The trips to the hospital are even too cheap for the bums.

there is a bird outside of my window. he's singing the details to anyone that will listen.
will he sing to you?
does he sing to me?
who is really to be certain.

i can't really decide what i'm going to do yet.
i'm not even sure what i can do.
this should be really scary, but it's actually not.

i should be scared, but i am not.

"Life is the kindest gift of all."

let's save time by taking the longer drive.
there is no middle road. there is no left. there is no right.
i think we're pretty lost.

speaking of lost, let's talk about the standards of society.
how one becomes higher up on the food chain than the other.
how one can call out the picking order like a dictatorship in the community.
how one really has no power at all compared to the amount of power the community has.
i'm setting you up for disaster. i hope you like it just as much as i have.

what might be reality for some is the lie for others.

i don't understand. it's not that hard to get; i don't understand.
i don't understand.

first, we take the i out of you.

i can dissect you right here and right now. your guts are laying open on the table. i know your insides. i know what you think.
" we are all only of what we make ourselves to be."
you made yourself into a coward.
a liar.
a fake.
then again, this is the society we live in today. everyone is molded into the exact same thing.
we are all copies of each other. i am a copy of you, and you are a copy of me.
this is how we live in the world today.

in other news, i am excited to be speaking with you.
what's your melodrama today. that is not a question. that is the statement that describes your life.

live your li(f)e.
everyone writes their own history. i think my history book is pretty boring. there's not a lot of exciting things to pop out yet. at least my book isn't shitty. maybe pissing people off are what will make or break my best seller.
half a person living tenth of a life. i think people who don't live should get married; maybe they'd be closer to feeling real.

why yes, this is your captain speaking. currently we're at the beginning of the end, taking our own sweet ass time to our destination.
do you have a problem with that?
good. because it doesn't matter. you're on this road, and you're going where i am whether you like it or not.

we all go somewhere in the end.
i'm probably going to be the one eaten by worms though. it's totally going to happen.

ps: i know you're reading. i know you want me to say something about you. to fuel the fire, since everything either of us say or do is like dumping gasoline onto something already volatile. kids playing chicken with each other's heads.
i'm not that scared; you should be.
too bad i'm not saying anymore than that. sorry to break your hopes, kid.
i think you just need to stay away.

the end. welcome home.