Why Can't I Just Be Fucked Up Forever? Rock Lobster.

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You know what I mean? It's the eternal struggle. Get fucked up, put in music, lay down... don't think about anything. Spinning colors, psychotronica. Ba-ba-bah-yea-yeah! Euphoria and sly appreciation for all sorts of things that go on outside the confines of your home WITHIN THE CONFINES OF YOUR HOME. I mean, how great is that? Fuck work, fuck eating (unless it's pizza), fuck your girlfriend (why not, she's there, isn't she?).

I have a new-found appreciation for Bob & the Church of the Subgenius. I just wish it was everlasting. I.E. The high never ended and things just got even funner, people flew out to see you and the entire veil of reality was a drunken acid trip.

I mean, come on. Fuckin' shit, I hate life.

― Scaredy Cat, Sunday, 9 March 2003 01:53 (twenty-three years ago)

at one time, i wished to spend the entirety of my life in a mental state akin to coming down off acid. i don't feel that way anymore

― ron (ron), Sunday, 9 March 2003 01:58 (twenty-three years ago)

No, of course not. Life doesn't allow you to be a fuck up. But, if life was just a "fuck it", life cold be great.

Here's my rockin' lyrics promoting bad behavior:

Everybody's doin' just fine
why is life an endless loop
everytime you think of me
you think of you
and everytime you think of yourself
here I am saying
Everybody's doin' just fine
WHY IS LIFE AN ENDLESS LOOP

Things go around and you notice them
but they're not very interesting
but they're interesting for a moment at a time
look at that thing!
I think it's inter-est-ing!

Yeah, I dig it! I dig it!
In my lazyboy chair, in my ez bake oven
I'm worshipping god or maybe satan
got my bible and I love my coven
I don't care what things they are
in my house, in my world, in the mirror
they're not there
in my lazyboy chair, in my ez bake oven

turn on the gas, put your head in the oven
I got my bible and I love my coven

WE'LL STAND HIGH WITH OUR HEADS ON SIDEWAYS
LOOKIN' AT THE WALLS WITH OUR GUTS TODAY
THINGS ARE THERE BUT I DON'T CARE
FUCK EVERYTHING IN THE DERRIERE

― Scaredy Cat, Sunday, 9 March 2003 02:09 (twenty-three years ago)

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