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A human with a severe lack of common sense, and powerfully apathetic towards his deficiency; To completely and utterly
screw something up so badly that it cannot be repaired. The result of sending in an idiot to deal with a burched situation;
a rick is another name for a short fat hairy apeman that nobody likes.
posted on Sunday, September 07, 2008 @ 9/07/2008 10:41:00 PM | back to the top.
Fuck...got home drunk from yesterday...Mom got pissed...complained to the whole family, everyone called to scold me today, Mao gave the worst scolding obviously, think I can stop clubbing for good till I'm released from this bloody prison. Yes I know it's my fault for drinking over the limit, I apologized, but just get over it, how does scolding and talking with such sarcasm even help with the situation, it's just gonna piss the shit out of me. Fuck. The sarcasm in my mom's words this morning just made me boil up.."Oh you're awake already? There's 1 bottle of Martel in the showcase go finish that and get drunk again ah...then you can go back to sleep"...What the fuck...and tomorrow work resumes again...don't even have the mood to go...imagine for 3 months I have to pick up calls and hear complaints..gosh what a fucked up job. I think this has been my most vulgar post till date...I'm sorry but I just need to get all the frustration out from my system and this is the only way. It's also been about 3 days since I've talked to her also, but I don't think anything good will come out if I'm in this type of mood...sigh. If time allowed me to reverse some past events,
I’d push for some much needed prevents.
I would toss away all of the pretense,
And present instead my arguments.
If it meant never writing another word,
Or keep myself from being heard.
If that’s what it takes for freedom to remain.
I’d silence the thoughts within my brain.
Whatever it is, whatever it takes,
I’d do anything for it, no matter the stakes.
If I can’t drink nor romanticize,
Where’s the excitement and surprise?
This prison haunts me,
Controlling what I say and do.
Bounded by chains I can't see,
Only in my dreams am I are free.
They may be the puppeteers,
But I am the hand that holds the shears.
I'll make sure no one ever interferes,
By then even of Mao I'll hold no fears.
It's times like this I stare into blank space,
And tears from anger race down my face.
My emotions an unsolved case,
My real soul leaves without a trace.
I WILL decide how I live my life,
So just stop filling me with all this strife,
It'll just fuel my anger that's already rife,
Lord over me I'll make sure to bring the knife.