Have you ever woken up one morning and just thought fuck today, and then reasumed your foetal position and just let the ever lasting universal energy flow carry you to the dark & dismal sprialling downward hell of life.
Hell Yes!
Fuck, Sheena & I are feeling the oppressive dark matter of that energy today, But why?
we all live simple lives we go through the basic routines, maybe thats it, maybe its the round round round circle and the same old fucking shit day by day that fucks us up. So whats the cure ?? we ask ourselves
"ohhh fuck a duck" sheena squeals next to me. I look over at her and see a woman, dying, rotting on the inside slowly fading out from her universes energy. I try to think of something to say but...what does she want to hear ? what could i possibly say that will make her feel better ?. i think ok i got it "sheena your pretty fucked up for getting that tattoo". i dont think that was the right thing to say.
she mumbles some more stuff. but then she starts singing and making funny circus noises im smiling, maybe what i said had made her feel a little bit better.
"you know sheena i kinda like that tattoo"
"i like it cause i cant see it" she says followed by many more negative comments, now she fucked up her parcelling and is squealing some more. hrmm maybe i should of just told her that she was fucked up for getting it.
Sheena insists that after 12 she goes a little bit mental, i think we all do. i start getting the vibe that theres a parralel vibe that goes through this certain grid of the earth at this time. What Brings us back ? what makes us go back to do what we do. Do we secretly love it ?. If any of us had a choice i think we would all choose to stay in bed all day today in that foetal position, alone, going down. Occassionally getting up for the toilet or some forrest fruits jam on toast.
But we dont we get up and move forward or backwards or downwards in the end of the day 90% of us are probably losing the Zest in our lives. But how do we get it back?
Go out and hire 20 male prostitute pole dancers to squirt you with a fire hose ? or get some old lady to jump out of a cake and sing you happy birthday even when its not your birthday and then give her 5 bucks to throw some of the cake off her deceased breast that may have died a few dozen years a go and then say something like " you naughty bastard ". No shit like that doesnt get your Zest back its stuff like calling up an old friend or calling up all your friends and having them around for a drink and a BBQ. Or sitting back on a rainy day with a book and a milo with a light just over your shoulder whilst some light tango music plays in the background.
These are the moments that gives our zest the momentum to come back and sweep us off our feet and say "NO!" today i will get out of bed and give someone a compliment and i wont jerk off before 6am and you stretch yourself from underneathe the covers and say "FUCK YOU UNIVERSE!"
Tomorrow, Me and Sheena have decided to have a better day.
Hell Yes!
Fuck, Sheena & I are feeling the oppressive dark matter of that energy today, But why?
we all live simple lives we go through the basic routines, maybe thats it, maybe its the round round round circle and the same old fucking shit day by day that fucks us up. So whats the cure ?? we ask ourselves
"ohhh fuck a duck" sheena squeals next to me. I look over at her and see a woman, dying, rotting on the inside slowly fading out from her universes energy. I try to think of something to say but...what does she want to hear ? what could i possibly say that will make her feel better ?. i think ok i got it "sheena your pretty fucked up for getting that tattoo". i dont think that was the right thing to say.
she mumbles some more stuff. but then she starts singing and making funny circus noises im smiling, maybe what i said had made her feel a little bit better.
"you know sheena i kinda like that tattoo"
"i like it cause i cant see it" she says followed by many more negative comments, now she fucked up her parcelling and is squealing some more. hrmm maybe i should of just told her that she was fucked up for getting it.
Sheena insists that after 12 she goes a little bit mental, i think we all do. i start getting the vibe that theres a parralel vibe that goes through this certain grid of the earth at this time. What Brings us back ? what makes us go back to do what we do. Do we secretly love it ?. If any of us had a choice i think we would all choose to stay in bed all day today in that foetal position, alone, going down. Occassionally getting up for the toilet or some forrest fruits jam on toast.
But we dont we get up and move forward or backwards or downwards in the end of the day 90% of us are probably losing the Zest in our lives. But how do we get it back?
Go out and hire 20 male prostitute pole dancers to squirt you with a fire hose ? or get some old lady to jump out of a cake and sing you happy birthday even when its not your birthday and then give her 5 bucks to throw some of the cake off her deceased breast that may have died a few dozen years a go and then say something like " you naughty bastard ". No shit like that doesnt get your Zest back its stuff like calling up an old friend or calling up all your friends and having them around for a drink and a BBQ. Or sitting back on a rainy day with a book and a milo with a light just over your shoulder whilst some light tango music plays in the background.
These are the moments that gives our zest the momentum to come back and sweep us off our feet and say "NO!" today i will get out of bed and give someone a compliment and i wont jerk off before 6am and you stretch yourself from underneathe the covers and say "FUCK YOU UNIVERSE!"
Tomorrow, Me and Sheena have decided to have a better day.
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