Escapade of Me

As I got up I realized the sounds I heard were pleasent. I love the sound my shoes make. It's disinteresting, belly. Notably, my head later belt as if it were a TV camera. So smoothly gliding through the air. As if, on an old man's back.

Look, boot. Lamely, he sat up. Getting nacho cheese from the dishwasher. Look around. Choose your own ground. It was tasty, these chips following a delightful romp up and down the stairs. Without a scout, I wrangled Nutrition and Grain. Less fighting was found to be made into a sequel.

Who was the Walrus? Paul or John? George or Ringo? Best or Sutcliffe? Epstein or Martin? Sheridan or Preston?



Eddygazilion: I've gotten back into freddy
Is he even really that much of a celebrity?


me: You see his AIM thing?


Eddygazilion: Yeah.
But nobody on SJ has picked out his picture from my japanese intro stuff


me: Is SJ a youtube crowd?


Eddygazilion: And the only other people I've heard of him from are Walker (my Arab friend, introduced me to Albinoblacksheep) and my cousins


me: Does everyone know about SJ?


Eddygazilion: no


me: Yet a plentiful crowd visits it every day.
There are alot of people on Earth looking for entertainment.
About 6 billion.
At least 100/6000000000 has heard of Freddy.
Lag?


Eddygazilion: nah.
Just wondering.


me: Ok.
Also, what is "famous"?
How many people need to know about you before you're "famous"?


Eddygazilion: I have no clue.


me: So, there.


Eddygazilion: I guess I'm just getting cocky


me: We all want fame, but in reality: We have it.
How many people know about you?
Care about you more than some un-feeling movie star?


Eddygazilion: Internet wise, probably about fifty. I could get more accurate if I wanted to I guess.


me: So, fame is worthless.


Eddygazilion: True.


me: One childhood dream I debunked.
Want wealth next?


Eddygazilion: Nah.
Fame is just an "oh, that'd be cool if..."
Chef is the only real dream I have right now I guess
I can't see myself working a desk job in engineering, I don't know how to make money doing freelance animation
I can't think of any way to capitalize on funny videos
Chef is my one dream that I think I have a shot at really.


me: I have no shot at any of my dreams.
HOLY FUCKFUCKFUCK!


Eddygazilion: What?


me: That bug that landed on my finger was fucking scary!
Shit!
Aaah!


Eddygazilion: KILL IT
KILL IT
KILL IT

Part IX: Revolution 9

[Bottle of Claret for you if I had realized...

Well, do it next time.

I forgot about it, George, I'm sorry.
Will you forgive me?

Yes.]

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number...

...then there's this Welsh Rarebit wearing some brown underpants
...about the shortage of grain in hertfordshire

Everyone of them knew that as time went by they'd get a little bit older and a litter slower but...

It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured by someone who's always/umpteen ...
Your father's giving it diddly-i-dee/district was leaving...
Intended to die ... Ottoman
...long gone through...
I've got to say, irritably and...
...floors, hard enough to put on ... per day's MD in our district
There was not really enough light to get down
And ultimately ... slumped down
Suddenly...

They may stop the funding...
Place your bets
The original
Afraid she'll die ...
Great colours for the season

Number 9, number 9

Who's to know?
Who was to know?

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9

I sustained nothing worse than ...

Also, for example
Whatever you're doing
A business deal falls through

I informed him on the third night, when fortune gives...

People ride, people ride
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

Ride! Ride!

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9

...I've missed all of that
It makes me a few days late
Compared with, like, wow!
And weird stuff like that...

...taking our sides sometimes
...floral bark

Rouge doctors have brought this specimen

I have nobody's short-cuts, aha...

9, number 9

...with the situation

They are standing still

The plan, the telegram...
Number 9, number...

A man without terrors from beard to false
As the headmaster reported to my son
He really can try, as they do, to find function...
Tell what he was saying, and his voice was low and his hive high
And his eyes were low...

Alright!

It was on fire and his glasses were the same
This thing knows if it was tinted
But you know it isn't
To me it is...

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9

So the wife called me and we'd better go to see a surgeon to price it ...
Yellow underclothes
So, any road, we went to see the dentist instead
Who gave her a pair of teeth which wasn't any good at all
So I said I'd marry, join the fucking navy and went to sea

In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair

I'm not in the mood for whirling

How? dogs for dogging, hands for clapping
Birds for birding and fish for fishing
Them for themming and when for whimming

...only to find the night-watchman unaware of his
presence in the building

Number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9, number 9
Number 9

Industry allows financial imbalance

Thrusting it between his shoulder blades

The Watusi, the twist

Eldorado

Take this, brother, may it serve you well

Maybe it's nothing
What? What? Oh...

Maybe, even then, impervious in London

...could be difficult thing...
It's quick like rush for peace is because it's so much
Like being naked

It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright

It's alright, it's alright
It's alright, it's alright
It's alright

If, you became naked



This song is me right now. I'm taken from different phases of myself, thrown together to make one jumbled mess.

Will you forgive me? - Jack was apparently dissapointed from me not going to Transformers. Adam wanted me to apologize. For what? Jack never told me. He never told Allison. And for all I care, Adam and his shit-tastic views on humanity can suck lake water. I'm sick and tired of his god-damned insulting me, and I'm ready to explode the next time he tries to control me. I am not a brick in the Wall.

Number 9 - This is the ninth serious attempt at writing I've done. I write too much. More than I should. Many parts I'll never show to people. And I don't care. But, I can't stand up for myself. I just can't. I've been forced into learned helplessness from years of being taught that I am a loser. And from who? My parents and friends. My "friends" think bringing me along to get in trouble is funny. Then they can mock me. I'm just done with trying to be who other people want me to be. From now on, if I don't have to, I won't. If I don't care, I won't care.

as time went by they'd get a little bit older and a litter slower - People are changing. Or, I am changing. I realized today that people haven't advanced in taste. Everything everyone liked in 6th grade is the same. Everything everyone said. Everything everyone typed. I'm changing. I'm becoming too mature for myself. What I wouldn't give to be a simpleton and type like I was suffering a rare finger disease. Like I said whatever came to mind. That I could laugh at what they think is funny. I miss having the maturity of a 5-year-old.

It's all the same thing, in this case manufactured - Everything everyone wanted to say was to morph me. Teachers making bricks. Bricks making the Wall. The Wall to separate us all from what we knew and loved. I have built the Wall myself. If I don't do something soon, I won't be able to tear down the Wall.

Place your bets - Less known is more told. Life is a gamble. All people want to do is become rich and famous. They grow to live unrealized dreams. Which soon leave them as they slip into the void. Life becomes a factory. I don't want this. I don't want to be rich. I want to be middle class, have a weird job and change someone's life. I don't want to become comfortably numb.

Ride! - A car trip. We ride in the backseat while the government, parents, and teachers drive. We don't know where we're going, just somewhere that the driver doesn't want us to know. Global warming, the war; how will it all turn out? It's up to us. The faceless drones of political correctness they have molded.

I've missed all of that - I don't even understand half of what I'm writing. It seems all emo and preachy. I'm trying to make myself sound good by identifying with The Wall and Revolution 9. I don't understand, you don't understand, we don't understand. We missed all of what I meant and said.

I have nobody's short-cuts - I'm tired of trying to deal wth other people's problems. I don't want some person complaining to me because of a thing I did or didn't do. Or what someone else did or didn't do. Welcome to life, maggots. Time doesn't forgive. You all want Money. You can't focus on Breathing. Speak To Me. We can't resolve our own problems about Us and Them. Choose any Colour You Like, it's not going to get prettier. We're On the Run from everyone. We have Brain Damage. We're all headed to The Great Gig in the Sky. Before the Eclipse comes. Please, Breathe.


They are standing still - No one's getting older. No one's maturing. We're all who we were. We're all who we'll be.

A man without terrors - There is not one person I've known who is afraid of nothing. We're all afraid of something. I'm afraid of what you're afraid of. Don't complain to me that you're afraid of dying. I'm sick of death. You bitches who think your life is so bad you have to kill yourself sicken me. You don't know what life is until you've lived it. Grow up.

In my broken chair, my wings are broken and so is my hair - We live in a messed up world filled with hate, greed, and death. The War is being waged over oil because we didn't give the EV 1 a chance, you conformist retards. I'm so sick of people saying an efficient electric car has never been made. You know nothing.

How? dogs for dogging, hands for clapping
Birds for birding and fish for fishing
Them for themming and when for whimming - Don't try to be something you aren't. Because in the end, you're only what you were n the beginning. A lifeless thought.

It's alright, - You're not dead. You're not dying. You're not homeless. You're not hopeless. Get it together, stop complaining about a failed romance and get on with your pathetic life. Only horrible people think there is horror.

If, you became naked - My parents don't trust me with anything. I'm a baby. I was raised on the fact that I was happy being a loser and alone. I'm my own person. I don't want a haircut unless I want a haircut. If you don't like my hair in my eyes, get used to it. There's alot of things I don't like about you. Have some decency to not complain about it. Complaining does nothing. Get a life.