Cadaverous Pallor
12-07-2005, 12:51 PM
Who needs you?
All I need is my pacifier and my blankie.
I need my warm dark burrow and a full belly.
A loose sweatsuit and fuzzy socks.
I'll turn on the pacifier and watch a comforting rerun
Content in leisure and cozy in mess
Eyelids half shut
No worries about miscommunication
"Shh, I wanna watch this!"
Interaction is a risk
Here I am all that is
Unable to screw this up
The story always ends the same
I turn it off and go to bed
In my little world I trust
All requirements are shed like skins
Poise, Eloquence, Intelligence, Comeliness
Wit, Empathy, Presence, Charisma
blunted as I hurl them at the wall
I am the ruler of all I survey.
The President of No Decisions.
The Queen of Nothingness.
Even the air does not change.
No breezes allowed.
HEY, CLOSE THAT DOOR!
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Or, as someone else put it:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep.
All I need is my pacifier and my blankie.
I need my warm dark burrow and a full belly.
A loose sweatsuit and fuzzy socks.
I'll turn on the pacifier and watch a comforting rerun
Content in leisure and cozy in mess
Eyelids half shut
No worries about miscommunication
"Shh, I wanna watch this!"
Interaction is a risk
Here I am all that is
Unable to screw this up
The story always ends the same
I turn it off and go to bed
In my little world I trust
All requirements are shed like skins
Poise, Eloquence, Intelligence, Comeliness
Wit, Empathy, Presence, Charisma
blunted as I hurl them at the wall
I am the ruler of all I survey.
The President of No Decisions.
The Queen of Nothingness.
Even the air does not change.
No breezes allowed.
HEY, CLOSE THAT DOOR!
---
Or, as someone else put it:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep.