I feel a little strange Feels like I'll never get my shit together 27 and I'm fucked Well, it's 10 years from teenage and that's a freaking lot I think I'm getting old and I thought I'd never say that I bought Nevermind and it changed my life some fifteen years ago I thought my little sister would never ever make it out of high school and go looking for jobs Not on top Baby, I'm not on top and your love is like a diamond with a sadistic sick crowd of bastards peeping in the bleachers and there's two men and no team one is pitching cannonballs the other is hitting wind and I've done a lot of training to try to stick to my positions locked up in th attic now I'm falling in love with her and there's 67 better ways to make some sense Not on top Baby, I'm not on top I told you...

. So I’d like a hot air balloon. Now, I know what you’re thinking: Only villains have hot air balloons, and that is true, but think about it. Only CLASSY villians fly in hot air balloons. And the best part is that there is no cheaper way of having your face plastered on your getaway vehicle than the hot air balloon. With all the money I’ll save, I can afford a top hat, tuxedo, and monocle. Just think about it: One day I’ll rush out of my office and make way to the roof on the fourth floor. Everyone will pour out of my office, looking for me. Where did he go? they’ll ponder. And then, over the horizon, I will sail away with my hands on my hips, laughing like a maniac. My co-workers will shake their fists into the air, cursing my name with promises to get me next time. And I would arrive at work the next day, promptly at 7:45 a.m. .

"The next time you're going to do anything or say anything or buy anything, think it over very carefully. When you're sure you're right, forget the whole thing." He said.

goes the faucet as I lay in swollen sacks of portobello sheets cars pass outside and the shadows shift and change across my plastercine ceiling tiles the mind sees things the way we want it too and we remember our history in such a way to suit our own delusions I move past events around and change the tone of the sub-plots so that in the end I can sleep peacefully knowing it was all your fault and the faucet won't stop but I let it sing me to sleep silence would be worse

drink away the part of the day that I cannot sleep away...

...a hot air balloon, but instead of a basket they attach an anchor... .

. Bored at work today I started thinking about the time when the sun decides to go nova and engulf it all. Taking with it all the evidence of every life that ever existed here. Every king, every peasant, every rocket maker, every politician, every poet, every critic, every scientist and zealot. All the struggles, all the joys, all the wars, famines, heartbreaks, births, deaths, marriages, every piece of art ever created, every structure we've ever stood in awe of, and all the work days spent counting the hours down. I guess it's all just counting down.... down down down.... until the sun decides it has had enough. I also thought briefly about who would win in a fight between Ash from Evil Dead and Duke Nuke'em. If it was a bare knuckled brawl I'd have to go with Duke since Ash is missing a hand. But if Ash could use his chainsaw hand attachment then he is clearly the favorite. Right? .

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