magnificently unprepared/for the long littleness of life.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
the 18th century had charles dickens, we have the beastie boyzzz
prepubescent angst in da house yozz
the beastie boys are coming to singapore! and i have no money! wtf
and if you don't like the beastie boys, you obviously have no fun gland and have no business being alive.
kick it!
you wake up late for school man you don't wanna go
you ask your mom, "Please?" but she still says, "No!"
you missed two classes and no homework
but your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
you gotta fight! for your right! to party!!!
your pops caught you smoking and he said, "no way!"
that hypocrite smokes two packs a day
man, living at home is such a drag
now your mom threw away your best porno mag
busted!!
you gotta fight! for your right! to party!
don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
i'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
your mom busted in and said, "what's that noise?"
aw mom, you're just jealous! it's the Beastie Boys!!!
+ fictions&fires
6:27 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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