Just so you know... - Three days left until my death? Kinda?

October 2008

Stop Talking Sweet Nothings in Lycett's Ear, Alex

Bombs are flying.
People are dying.
Children are crying.
Politicians are lying too.

Cancer is killing.
Texaco's spilling.
The whole world's gone to hell.
But how are you?

I'm Super~
Thanks for asking
All things considered
I couldn't be better I must say.

I'm feeling super.
No, nothing bugs me
Everything is super when you're-
Don't you think I look cute in this hat?

I'm so sorry,
Mr. Cripple.
But I just can't feel too bad for you right now.
Because I'm feeling
So insanely Super
That even the fact that you can't walk
Can't bring me down.

He's Super~
Thanks for asking
All things considered
He couldn't be better he must say.

I'm Super~
No, nothing bugs me
Everything is super when you're
Don't you think I look cute in this hat
These little pants, this matching tie
That I got at Vogue?

I'm super~

In the barracks and the trenches as well.

Stick 'em up!

Big Gay Al says do ask do tell.

Skittles!

Yes, he's super and he's proud to be gay.

OK.

Everything is super when you're gay!
When you're gay!

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warpedbeing

22 August 2008 @ 03:17 pm

Three days left until my death? Kinda?

I had a dream that I was hanging off the ceiling for most of it. Then I turned my head and it turns out a huge mother fucker was holding me up by the feet. I think it was a giant, but I don't remember.

I think this is trying to tell me something very deep about my future.

A big motha ucka is going to kill me.

Maybe.