I have been here before. Where, well, you take it as you want, most assumptions may be correct and depending on the interpretation even different paths lead to the same place.
This place is one of untruth, for me, maybe for many as well. For I am a silly little man, many virtues, few colossal faults. You could say I'm faulty, but aren't we all. So why I'm really back here?
For nothing, nothing physical at least though you never know, but I'd say chances of that range in the 0.000001 percentile. I say these because I have a say in that. My mind though, she's a big bitch I can tell you that. It's out to get me, I tell myself something and then I'm second guessing. Just like that movie, like it's an actual entity, playing against me without me thinking it's anything other than myself.
So I'm here for nothing other than listening to mind. I need to scratch that itch, to light up those naughty bits on my brain, or at least rattle them enough so it feels better. I write this and I think that I'm a wack job, and I probably am but some of this is true, the rest is something I rather think it's a lie. Things are simple, I'm a guy and guys want the things guys usually want, but we can't have it all and certainly not both ways, or many ways, whenever and wherever we want them. So we scheme and ploy and maybe, just maybe it works out.
I'm not going to bother to proofread read any of this, if I do then it won't matter anymore.
This place is one of untruth, for me, maybe for many as well. For I am a silly little man, many virtues, few colossal faults. You could say I'm faulty, but aren't we all. So why I'm really back here?
For nothing, nothing physical at least though you never know, but I'd say chances of that range in the 0.000001 percentile. I say these because I have a say in that. My mind though, she's a big bitch I can tell you that. It's out to get me, I tell myself something and then I'm second guessing. Just like that movie, like it's an actual entity, playing against me without me thinking it's anything other than myself.
So I'm here for nothing other than listening to mind. I need to scratch that itch, to light up those naughty bits on my brain, or at least rattle them enough so it feels better. I write this and I think that I'm a wack job, and I probably am but some of this is true, the rest is something I rather think it's a lie. Things are simple, I'm a guy and guys want the things guys usually want, but we can't have it all and certainly not both ways, or many ways, whenever and wherever we want them. So we scheme and ploy and maybe, just maybe it works out.
I'm not going to bother to proofread read any of this, if I do then it won't matter anymore.
