Friendships are boring, they never last, ambitious humans in the back
I'd rather be Anthony kissing Cleopatra than liquidate myself without romantic passion
Wherever I go, classes, volunteering, I've lost control, car's careering
Eye contact. Tedious, pierces my soul, must I burrow... like a lonely mole
Has there got to be? Setbacks? Disappointments? Every turn? is it too late now to love and to learn
All civilizations crumble, all systems fail, anarchy reigns in the flourish of man's tail
Let's debate what is better, which idea is bright, but I fear all too often might means right
To be isolated, among few in numbers, therein lies a weakness, can tear man asunder
So then to wit that is why to love is to me, the most beautiful, astonishing, maddening spree
Oh me oh my oh you oh they, no don't let them get in the way
Ha ha ha, the chorus, ha ha ha, the chorus, they cry, they cry, they cry, they die, they die, they die, they
And you and I, and you, and yes, and I, and yes and die, and sigh, and cry, and my and my and my and, then, in Freud-ian-ian-ian, Ian, Ian, spe-ee-end, spe-ee-end, spe-ee-nd... a pe-ee,ee-ee,ee, en..nny
AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH--! Spin around with me.
"There's been a spillage on..." "...delusions of..." "...not again..." "Did you...?" "Is he-...."
QUICK!
"Not bad but I prefer Bohemian Rhapsody."
Dr. Phil! Oh I'd love someone to watch Dr. Phil soundboard calls with! Then all the joy would remain and the woes through the sieve!
"How you doing? So how you doing overall? I want you to list to me your best qualities and just don't think, just start talking."
Gregory Bateson's theories on double binds are fascinating, no? They are, they are. You know what, I was reading about pan-Islamism the other day; it can be distinguished from pan-Arabism, and frankly Egypt, though most people aren't quite conscious of it, still retains a pharaonic devotion to its magical history, and I suspect shall never truly assign itself as an Arab state.
Did you hear about Will Self apparently being mean to his wife? I did, yes, you never know what to make of these things.
They felt ill at ease with where they were, the tenses changing, paradigms rearranging
In their faces contorted laces, sugary and sour, emaciated
If you decide to invite her for a drink, turn to page 42; if you ask her to accompany you to an alternate universe turn to page 80
