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"something takes a part of me something lost and never seen everytime I start to believe something's raped and taken from me... from me" ~ Korn ~ well, you missed it... the saga of the stone appears over, finally... it wasn't pretty, but a bunch of stuff passed including a rock... I dutifully strained and saved the thing (which was bigger, but looked and felt the same as the two previous unwanted guests I discharged in years past)... you shoulda been there... so I promised myself some better eating habits and more rest and better health care and more exercise and less stress and lots more good stuff... but the health care will wait sinc I don't have any health insurance and I'm past the worst and don't feel like spending a few hundred dollars for some doctor to tell me to get better eating habits, more rest and exercise and reduce stress... after all, I could have saved the ER bill since they did nothing to help my health except but take my money (which actually adds to stress, so go figure)... and one of these days I'll have to pay them... so much for my continuing to try to have faith in human nature and the health care system... my innocence rules, remember?... I'll probably die naive... . o O ( is it any wonder I've got heavy metal in my head? ) O o . I don't want to be angry but just look around this world is past corruption it's where hell is found and that's what we've been doing call it human kind who do we think we're fooling the devil in our mind? we create myths and legends religion lights the way to justify our blindness and numb us one more day we don't have to feel all the damage we have done just pass around the poison and dare to call it fun oh preacher man you are so hard with that little girl under your cloak as if no one can see the truth your hypocrisy is the joke oh loser boy out on the street laying there in your drool was the rave really worth it or do you feel like a fool oh pretty girl in the limo what really pays your bills is the price you pay worth it more pills for your ills oh human kind what's happening the life you live kills all the same sad story just sacrifice your wills I don't want to be angry but just look around hell is what we're doing not where we are bound seems some of the harsher sides of my perspectives are emerging as this marvelous month of May winds down to a close... hope I'm not losing all my romantic fans out there (time to cheer and reassure me, right?)... but then, there was some whiney romantic longings in this month-long marathon... now that the big bad stone has passed, I'm a bit frustrated with myself so I'm taking it out on the world... after all, I didn't do it (who's laughing?)... maybe it has something to do with extreme pain and facing mortality... or something like that... |
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