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pity is popular
when my seritonin's low
and i am
communicating with my friends.
they say my life is alright
and they don't see any reason they should pity me.
i need to find a way to say my life's hard,
but i never seem to get that
conversation started,
so i
want to have a heart attack.
i would suddenly collapse
everyone stops in their tracks
to talk about me.
i want cancer in my bones,
i wouldn't be so alone.
my friends would call on the phone
to listen to me.
when i ask
acquaintances
how they're doing these days,
they'll say
"oh you know, whatever,
it's all pretty much the same."
then when it's my turn
and they ask
how everything is,
i'll say "actually, i've only got
fourteen days left to live."
i wanna case of the aids,
i could come down with the plague.
maybe everyone would say they
think about me.
share fatal diseases
with my favorite celebrities.
be known as a hero,
start my own charity.
i wouldn't have to justify
my life to my family.
instead i'd hassle them about
their dysfunctional genes.
if i liked a girl
but she just wanted to be friends,
i wouldn't blame hygiene
or ugliness,
probably instead
i'd just figure that she likely
didn't want a boyfriend
who'd soon be dead.
i wanna die from the drugs,
they'd all think i was smart:
a tortured genius
who produced pieces of brilliant art.
or maybe i could just alienate
everyone i know.
i wouldn't die but
it could be worse i suppose.
kittens really aren't that great
i want
someone to explain to me
how it is that kittens got
to be such big starts.
from what
i've seen from their photographs,
they're poses lack artistry
and aren't very hard.
it's just more proof that this
generation has poor taste.
because any fool can see
that kittens really aren't that great.
their work
is unoriginal
baby mice have been doing it
for millions of years.
it's a fact:
they're lacking in talent.
they're just big cause their friends all work
for the internet.
probably partially
jealousy creates my hate.
still it's objectively true
that kittens really aren't that great.
there are so many other
adorable furry things.
i read about it on the screen.
although they may not have the budget
of feline families.
they are far more genuiney.
you'll be ok
you wanna be through
with whatever you're used to.
scientists say it hurts the brain
to do the same thing every day.
you wanna be free
to spend your life visiting.
you can impress your friends by leaving
right after you have met them.
but one of these days
you might want
to get some real sleep.
i'm talking not just a few hours
but whole days or even weeks.
but if it's too comfortable
it may be
you'll never want to leave.
you'll just laze around
watching judge shows
spending all your cash on eating until
you wanna live life
as though you're about to die.
go and choose whatever adventure
you've been told you want to try.
you wanna be free
to spend your days skydiving.
when you are dead you don't want
to regret
not following your dreams.
but if your parachute
fails to expand
then you'll just die,
after a moment realizing the truth
in your personal lie.
and you'll think
"why did i glorify thinking
that i'd soon be dead?
it actually is pretty terrifying,
now that it is happening."
fun ride through space city
when i go out at night
i try to make jokes.
try to be quick with
syntactic tricks.
if i get started,
then soon i'm the star of the party.
and that's when they say
"i hear you race.
is it true you're in
one thousand fifth place?
on second thought maybe
this party is not all that."
when i go out i like to
talk about religion,
it gets very profound.
debate the
nature of sin,
thoughtful strokes on the chin
soon theirs meaning in every sound.
and that's when they say
"i hear you race.
my friend or relative's
in nineteenth place.
you should watch him play maybe
you could learn a thing or two."
when i go out i like to
race space ships,
my friends all say i'm good.
but due to
corporate schemes
and my lack of a team
i don't win as often as i could.
but here i am
buckled up,
feeling frightened.
while thousands of eyes
are looking for enlightenment.
try not to faint
as i wait for the countdown to start.
when i race
i'm plagued by visions of my life,
concentrate
on arrow signs and streams of light.
try to hide
expectations and memories
thought this moment's in all
of my dreams.
ignore the prospect of failure,
ignore the things that i love.
ignore the chance that i'll pull it off
and become number one.
i say i race 'cause i like it,
though i'm trying not to feel.
later on
i'll realize
it was real.
earth girls are easy (unless you're an earth boy)
every moment or so
i see the new girl of my dreams.
she is soft and shiny.
but my love glands have strangled quickly since
walking right beside her:
a handsome alien.
though i've sometimes seen these girls alone
there was no way to begin.
when they'd see i was a human,
they'd roll their eyes and say to the whole room
"why would i waste my time
talking with regular people?
they are week and fearful.
when i could walk among the stars"
and so
in order to find love,
i've joined the alien cause.
though every day i am filled with pain
killing what i'm made of.
it takes every bit of focus
to stay calm while i slaughter innocents.
screams
and flames
begging they
say my name.
i can't let them
slow me down.
blood
and sobs.
but that is
just my job.
i'm looking
towards
tomorrow.
so one day when i find her
i'll be someone she wants to know.
who's able to keep her safe and take
her where she wants to go.
somebody will finally see
a reason to know the real me.
terrorist hunter
i attack disaster
spin the engine faster,
i am eager to stop having fun.
feeling compelled i drive down
violent highways,
i'm expecting an
explanation.
tell me why i'm assigned
to drive in a straight line.
risking my life and time
does this really save anyone?
it gets exhausting, but i've
driven too far
to give up.
black limousines brimming with
methods of death it
is clear they're here to murder me.
the road i hurry down
is lined with signs of defeat.
when i was young i was told
i could be successful if i
set my sights and drove
all day and night.
but now i am older
and i'm used to failure
every other car wants me to die.
tell me why i'm assigned
to drive in a straight line.
risking my life and time
does this really save anyone.
though i dream of endings
since i've never been there,
i'm driven by imagination.
what if this victory
that i'm chasing after
ends up as no ending at all?
and when i get there there's just
more enemies to assault.
but what could i do if
i knew that that was true
would any other route
lead to a stop?
maybe my only hope
for conclusion is to turn off.
genocide makes me lonely
my enemies
are planning my defeat.
though they're not near
i can hear them
conspiring
against me.
though they say
that it's all madness
that this tension's just in my head.
i know when i see the truth.
so i spring into action
quick and vicious subtraction.
everybody that i see
blinks away when i touch them.
i avoid being sober.
i find it helps me focus.
if later i'm confronted.
i can say i've forgotten.
my enemies
are ridiculing me.
whisper their lies
to my allies
through the seams in their teeth.
i can hear them in my mind
laughing about the end of my life.
i need a way to find peace.
and so i murder evil
everyone gets the knife
still i hope some survive to
go out and tell their people:
"we should have never doubted.
now that he's on
he'll slaughter us all.
now that he's on
we'll all be off."
jumping and throwing daggers
soon the whole stage is clear.
cleaned out of all the motion.
rapid and bright commotion.
and here i am again.
i've killed them all,
and now it's just me.
i've killed them all
now i'm all alone.