Punjab O' Reilly.

"What I do today is important, because I am paying a day of my life for it. What I accomplish must be worthwhile, because the price is so high."

Just so you know, I will stop having such pathetically short blog posts.
There'll be a long one soon, don't you worry.

What am I doing about it, you ask? Well, evidently, not an awful lot.

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• Lawyer: "When he went, had you gone and had she, if she wanted to and were able, for the time being excluding all the restraints on her not to go, gone also, would he have brought you, meaning you and she, with him to the station?"
• Other Lawyer: "Objection. That question should be taken out and shot."

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What a terrific day.

Exhausted.
FML.

You made things better though.
Tu es ma raison d'etre.
<3

Hates tha', boi!

"There's something I'm going to tell you. I've been waiting ten years to say this, but I finally feel tha-" "Cool story, bro'."

Damn.

Forever Endeavour.

Mama said talk this out and resolve.
Don't wanna be involved so gimme a call when you evolve.
Doggy paddle to the shallow end of the gene pool,
Half-with-it, half-wit, half finished high school.
Give you a piece of my mind, but I know you want it splattered.
Heard you like your women like you like your shrimp, you like �'em battered?
Wife beater, perfectly fitting apparel.
Where's your brother Daryl? Where's your other brother Daryl?
Givin' me that Macho Man Randy Savage stare,
Wanna snap into a Slim Jim break my limbs, but do I care?
No, sorry, I'm a lover, not a fighter, commit your crime.
I'll be glad to do your girlfriend, I'll be glad that you do time.
Here's the deal I cop a feel, you cop a plea, but get the maximum,
Now we both got records, but the difference is mine's platinum.
Definitely showed this yellow bellied wimp limp in your cell now though alone,
When you're choking your chicken, your chick will be choking on this chicken's bone.

I despise routine. With a fucking passion. Though I imagine a routine I wanted to be in wouldn't be all bad. Then again, I'm sure something would crop up, and destroy that, too.

I'm worried about you.

This is late, 'sidering I have a calculus test tomorrow. Oh noes.

"Shur, Darren Power, shur. Doesn't drive a car today shur. Walks everywhere shur!"

29 days 'till Placebo.

Fuck Grapes of Wrath. And fuck you, Myley Cyrus. I'll get it from the library, and pose having bought it.

Love you though. Best friends as well, shur, innit? <3 style="font-style: italic;">

People.

Ever notice how so many people you know have a dark, murky underlying side to them that you don't see? You might not see it yourself, but someone else might. Or you may notice glimpses of the truth shining out of the cracks at places that can't quite be glossed over.

Either way, whether you choose to acknowledge it or not, these people exist. And I am, by no means, exempt from this, but it irritates me. And in many instances, it's not the most typical, banal, fade-into-the-background person, it's the person that everyone respects, and idolises that's got the more impenetrable, arcane doppelgänger. And it's the innocent, undeserving ones who get enthralled by the artificial, concocted personality, that are left in the wake of their carnage, surrounded by desolation. Whilst the deluding, deceiving egotist swindles their way out of any of the repercussions.

People are ludicrously obtuse. For the most intelligent life form on earth, we're often quite fucking dense.

An apology of sorts.

My posts have been horrendous of late, haven't they?
But really, there's not a lot I can do about that.

Saturday was the best. Up, followed by dancing to Dirty Diana and ridiculous, unexplained amounts of glam rock. Tha's what I'm about. Not forgetting walking home at two in the morning with a bag of cider, disco biscuits and phone calls about Jimmy Cawley. How I love you, Jimmy. . "There's God's house! Well, God! You're some man!"

She said I have to go home,
'Cause I'm real tired, you see.
But I hate sleepin' alone,
Why don't you come with me?
I said my 'baby's at home.
She's probably worried tonight,
I didn't call on the phone to
Say that I'm alright.'

Diana walked up to me,
She said 'I'm all yours tonight.'
At that I ran to the phone,
Sayin' 'baby I'm alright.'
I said 'but unlock the door,
Because I forgot the key.'
She said 'he's not coming back,
Because he's sleeping with me!'

:')

Let's pretend there's nothing wrong; we've learned our lesson.

Love Thomas <3

I'm a clown and you're a thief, drenched in blood it tastes so sweet.

You can give up if you like.
Your head's lying down at your feet.
You can call on the phone,
anytime you want to talk to me.
If you know who you are,
you can always go around and see.
If you don't and you're scared,
concentrate and grit your teeth.

I'm watching the radio, because I don't compare.
I'm watching the radio, but it's the television looking at me.

Fate fell short this time.

Well, I'm scared of my reflection.
Is it mine or is it yours?
And I swear I hear the knocking,
But there's no one at the door.
Don't think I'm losing my perspective,
'Cause I know one thing for sure.
They've been watching, they've been listening,
Every whisper, every word.

I had something truly amazing to blog about tonight, but alas, I've forgotten, completely. So you're stuck with the same old drivel. Well, not strictly stuck with it, there are no hostages here, you're free to leave at any time. Though I do wish you wouldn't. Numbers are dwindling and all that.

I fair need a haircut. Anyone any suggestions? I want something that's effortlessly majestic.

Also, a new development in knacker fighting. Someone's fightin' ya, righ'? All ya hav'ta do is punch their hands, then their hands'll be too sore to hit you back. Tellin' ya, boi.

Anyway, I'll return when I remember my original and undoubtedly amazing topic for tonight.

"I NEED this!"

What do you mean keep it real, could someone please explain?
When reality�'s just light interpreted by your brain.
And if mine and your perceptions ain�'t one and the same,
Which one of us is normal and which one is insane?
The skin never forgets a deep abrasion,
Yet your brain often forgets deep conversations.
This annoys me, due to the nature of humanity,
Wan'na remember the good, not just the bad things that happened to me.
And yeah, I understand my mind's an intricate tapestry,
So is the skin, and that still records damage, see
This scar above my eyebrow'�s from when I was a kid,
And my skin has kept a record of the damage I did.
Twenty some years down the line from that very day,
Documentation of carelessness and the price that you pay.
Yet, this over complex brain that sits inside of my head,
Can'�t remember the last thing to me my friend J said.
I don�t want to be just devoid of desire.
I don�t want to be another bird on the wire.
I don�t want to be just a long on the fire.
I don�t want to be that at all.

I got a heart rate that�s erratic,
I guess God fucked up the schematic.
I can�t hack it, and I panic and that makes it go pneumatic,
Causing landslides t-t-t-tearing up my insides.
Sometimes I think I'�ll live forever, but I know I won�'t.
When I really should be working on my flow I don�'t,
I just sit here and read extracts from this note I wrote,
Trying to find something that is worth a quote.
Fixing up mad bitches like lobotomy stitches,
When I hit a tight rhyme, see my leg it twitches.
I ain'�t into this game for the fame or riches.
Good to write tight rhymes, street poems and scriptures.
Now what�'s the point I�'m making? Why I am saying this out loud?
Am I convincing myself? Or pandering to the crowd?
You could hear every word, you would still never know me,
Like Sean Penn could win 10 Oscars, but he�'ll still be Spicoli.

<3

With a scowl in his pocket and a smile on his face.

I fucking love the Arctic Monkeys. Now that I've gotten that off my chest. .

Tell ya what i fookin' hate? When people insist on an absolute absence of any form of punctuation in their written communications. That is, of course, with the exception of 4,000 exclamation marks after "lol". What're you trying to emphasise? Shut up. Read things. Learn.

I wish I was shit at my job. Then these 12 to 9:30 days would be a thing of the past. Wishful thinking to the maxxxx.

"On April 5th, 1984,
The London Palladium was the scene of Tommy's show once more.
It was a full house and he had the crowd eating out of his hand,
Everything, as usual, seemed completely unplanned.
And in what seemed like a finale, Tommy dropped to the floor,
Causing the room to erupt into laughter and applause.
The curtain closed, lights went up and there was no encore,
Everybody left their seats and headed for the door.
Unbeknownst to them, they had witness Tommy Cooper's death.
He had given his all until he had nothing left.
Now please note, that at the moment that this entertainer died,
Even with a room full of people not one tear was cried.
Much less, they rose to their feet as they laughed and clapped,
Now tell me one fucking thing that's more beautiful than that."