we were supposed to board a train.
tomorrow.
not like we're. getting out of this horrible place forever. stop.
but we were getting out.

but she's just as sick as me. stop.
i'm trapped.
the road have no exits.
this is exactly what i deserve.

stop.

just stop.

drama.

exactly what i deserve.

there is a train waiting for to unwelcome souls.
there's a boat waiting for me.
crying, i know its waters.
conflicted, i know the speech.

we just have to be sure.

i don't blame you
for leaving me.

i've been trying
trying trying
to leave myself for so long.

maybe now i can.

a whistle's blowing.
a blond twirls her hair.
my heart.
is broken.

my dead dad was right
when he left me.
stick to brunettes.
yeah.
right about now.
that's fair.

let's see how it plays out.
if the retarded architect will play at all.

Let's just hope the retarded architect can rebuild bridges; Depressing, which I'm almost certain you were shooting for, so... good job.

but the union labor was all mad about pay cuts since the project went way over budget.

Panic was setting in at the office which I dreaded returning to that day.

It seems someone had made a bunch of animal rights activists really angry. it seems the retarded architect ran a rare goose over and backed up over it adding insult to injury. he thought it was funny and drove right to work where he was followed. Now the office has hippies and eco weenies surrounding our office. The smell of unwashed bodies and patchouli was overwhelming!

i am underwhelmed.

thanks for reading, mister.

There's nowhere to go
and getting out is just
getting somewhere.
Else.

It hurts the same
and I'm still here
Where do I go
to leave me behind

where do the words
the ones said
the ones I shouldn't have
the ones I can't

Stop.

They don't mean anything.

Anyway.

I danced unseen,
a ghost in the machine.
The madness of a retarded architect
a Machiavellian nightmare unleashed

I pondered my fate
I could not relate
I could not retaliate
I could not face off with the madness

In the shadows I sit and stew
pondering a solution, just what to do.
surrounded by the unnecessary
the future is promissory.

The machine is all I see,
the mechanical madness surrounding me,
and what is to be my fate?
Is hope far too gone and way too late?

I find my thoughts a total wreck,
I face a very stacked deck,
But here I ponder and curse like heck,
the name of the man who hired that retarded architect!












Now all of you can step back and admire my Kung Fu from a distance! It is so dangerous watching it up close could do permanent damage!