Author: substitute

nope

So let’s get this straight

We have an illegal paramilitary prison, in which we treat people of questionable status poorly. We do this in order to defend ourselves from terrorists, and excuse violations of the letter and spirit of our law in the name of defense in an unconventional war.

And then we let THIS GUY go?

The future is the Keystone Kops beating the shit out of the wrong guy, forever.

I put on a decent show in public but I’m so angry and frustrated and depressed that it paralyzes me half the time. I’m nauseated by my own failure. How I ended up as a dilettante coffee-house barfly is beyond me. I’ll probably never know why I’m a complete sexual failure, or why I can’t hold practical things together. The lasting pleasures of adult life are beyond my reach.

What the hell happened to the 18-year-old kid who was going to take on the world and do great things? What the hell was he thinking, for that matter?

Regret and missed opportunity and failure, failure, failure get stronger every day. I hate being this person and I hate everyone who’s had the things I never got.

And now the long coasting ride down the hill to the end.

I’ve become a loathsome pathetic stereotype and I can’t get out of it.

Dear the Internet (and many livejournals)

Why do you force small font sizes? Why do you put a font size=2 in your site/journal? It hurts my eyes. Just do that in your CSS so you see it that way, and let the rest of us read.

I hate small fonts so much. Please let us read things the way we prefer.

Especially all of you haxor kids being very 1998 with your tiny white or green font on black background. Very K-Rad, Neo. Had you ever considered that the web could be used for communication as well as looking spiffy?

Grah.

mashup when you crashup

Alone in a crowd /
Home is where I wanna be but I guess I’m already there /
Your eyes are almost dead, can’t get out of bed, and you can’t sleep /
Don’t need a cure I need a final solution /
You’re a hard act to follow /
He lies on his side is he trying to hide in fact it’s the Earth which he’s known since birth /
I’ll blame it on the sun, the sun that didn’t shine /
At least I’ll get my washing done /
lonely is as lonely does /
last night everything broke /
open the drawer give me the change you said would do me good /
it’s me and you against the world kid, she mumbled to herself /
he only comes out when I drink my gin /
you’ll be someone else’s baby and i’ll be underground /
If you feel like a patient why not dress like one /
wrapped up in the links of your very own chain of sorrow /

If you really mean it, it all comes round again.