why do today what you can put off until tomorrow? Why do tomorrow what was expected today? Hell, why do a damn thing at all unless it is personally gainful to whatever enterprise you have in play?
Tonight is full of thought and irk for no apparent reason. Nothing out of the ordinary has taken place and the ordinary is culpable to deal with so there really is no need for the surge of dread that is filling my soul. I know I'm forgetting something or someone or maybe they are forgetting me somehow. I am just meandering through this day and keeping a low profile in case the pianos fall from the sky and the anvils drop out of windows. Either way I'm going to wrap my fat self in bubble wrap and ensure that I come out unscathed! It's really a shame the way the fates play with me knowing full well I understand them more than an average sentient. Certainly would give cause for concern for them to want to be more appeasing, not necessarily condoning of everything I do, but definitely more polite to my causes. Alas, they won't yield to sound reasoning so it will be up to me to get things done and in a timely fashion if even not on time.
To include the making of plans and not just resigned to the execution of plans, the enjoyment would be had by all if it not for the smirks and gestures coming my way when what I really need is approval and to instill the old belief back in me again that people are predominantly good and want to contribute to the world and each other. I have gotten tired and wan and unwanting of the responsibility of being the last of the great unwilling "do-gooders" who give and give in some forced Christian moral and angelic like quality. I want no part of that regime and take no orgasmic interlude from the thought that is how we operate. It isn't and the bulk of the people want a quick avenue down the road of life and want easy street to be paved with side-walking escalators (such an anti-contradictory term~giggles) so as to not tire their feet that they will need for their up and coming televised performance of what a douche-bag they all seem to be. It sucks. I have no hero or role model. People don't want a day's work for a day's pay. People don't want a fair trade for the cow anymore and all feel entitled. Well, mobe has her own sense of entitlement too. It's called the "I don't give a damn club" where we sit and get sick of the view and fling shit on the windows to block the real monkeys outside from looking in!~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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