Time Isn't the Bastard

That saying "time goes by too quickly" is quite narrow minded, the person who ever first said that must have been the largest "party animal" of whatever century it was. time does in fact go by quickly but maybe we should be the ones to take the blame. we kill ourselves everyday with school, work, nothing, boredom, maybe throw in some math while we're at it. Time isn't the bastard; we are. time is the scapegoat in this crime, and somehow we have gone on so long thinking this that now we have engraved it in there, that brain of ours. peel the damn thing off! I say, PEEL IT!

Maybe That's Just Life

I hate how once we meet someone no matter their friendliness, we always grow to hate them in some way. Friendships are just a colorful fungus growing on a wrotting tree trunk that has nothing to do but decay. or maybe that's just life; we steadily decline, we never incline on our tredmills.

Uvula

Sometimes, yes, I feel like i must resort to compare myself to a Uvula. just chillin there , back of the throat, no sign of interruption, just food scraping the belly. no appologies. just the norm. walk all over ppl who care for others. Yeah that's our world today, sorry Al Gore ya can't help us out with this one.

Sometimes i forget myself.
i let others swallow me whole, like a delectable snadwich running with dressing, though i'm not runny at all, i stand there waiting to be.
I'm not her, you, nor I but i sure as hell not him.
at times i want a title, just to make it easier in a casual conversation, but when outnumbered i prefer me, sort of....

oh you know whom i speak of

I feel like he's there
though he never really is
and sometimes i feel like he never will be.
i wonder if she will....