Friday, June 13, 2003
Another notch of knowledge in my proverbial belt of untruth serum. Winner's syndrome pledges the excuse-ridden man of smiles. Tell me a factoid and I will refute the possibility instantly like a star wars force field. Laser Disk copies of useless trivia plant their roots into my brainwashed mind. Escape in education and find the worthlessness of intellect. Touch the boundaries of the learned with a cynics hand and a blind hunters eye. Feed me more destruction before I destroy my will to eat. Take away the way to truth and dance in the falling sky without a parachute for moments from now the ground is coming. Please God bottom out soon or I'll be damned to the constant mediocrity of the air surrounding my fall.