Animal speak

Look at me, I'm an alien freak
with a gun to my head, make fun of my head
it's all I ever cared about anyway
so wake me through the plaster...

Watch you go to sleep, watch me go when I sleep
be anything you want me to be
it just comes to me, like the animals speak
when you aren't around to see them...

GOD HELP ME WHEN
I come to you with a problem
GOD HELP YOU WHEN
You come to me with a problem...

...

That's my latest off-beat song. Working progress, you might say. You also might say that I need a padded room, and a warm white jacket, but hey... who cares? Not me.

Want to know what it's about? It's about that special feeling you get when you are young... the feeling that you are 'the one'.

Not much more to it really...

Must be that time of year?

I guess this is the stage of my blog career when I simply don't know what to say.

Things have been going awry here in the land of running yolk. The bastard king has stood up from his thrown, and cursed the maiden virgins fair. The Bishop has conceded, and the jester has broken his promise to the black queen.

Simply put, nothing makes sense any more.

It's Wednesday, I beleive, and there isn't much on the agenda. I have decided (or at least I've tried to decide) that things just aren't going to get to me anymore. I've had enough of worrying about the lamest crap this planet has to offer. So there you have it... MESS WITH ME TODAY FUCKERS!!!

*ahem*

Have a nice day