Mr.E
07-26-2007, 08:42 AM
I hope this is entertaining and there aren't too many mistakes. Enjoy.
To be honest I'm quite lovesick. I gotta find someone.
Dude. Can I shatter something for you? Remember you thought you loved that other girl?
Not loved...I liked her a lot. Love is a stronger emotion
It's what you said.
I was a fool then.
I just can't believe it. Maybe I'm naive. I'm hanging out with the girl Saturday.
Have you ever been in love?
Of course I haven't.
Ha!
I think you just experienced the "crush" experience.
I wish that shit from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind existed
I don't remember enough as is.
The only reason I ever loved was because I was liked in return, perhaps loved...
In my mind, there's a huge difference between loving someone and liking them a lot, a lot, a lot.
but I ruined all that.
YES! You reminded me. I was going to tell you if you brought it up. I don't think you actually liked her, I think you liked that she liked you.
That has never happened with a girl I liked first. No. I liked her first, I thought she was just nice to me, when I found she liked me was the night I made out with her.
I don't like her personality. It clashes with mine.
I did. It was unique to me
It was the exact opposite to me. It was wanting to be unique. Like, you're a much more interesting person than she is, I find. I'm pretty sure she hates me 'cause I call her out on the phoniness. But again, I could be wrong. I may make strong points or make my points strongly, but I'm not afraid of saying I'm wrong.
That makes me feel good.
She's fucked up.
Certainly a personality
Dude...Did you ever know her in grade seven?
No sir...
She changed so much as though to fit some scene.
Only knew her this year, french and economics.
It's probably because she didn't fit in with anyone else, so she felt as though if she acted a certain way, other insecure people would latch on to some enterprise based on some other friends of hers. That's pretty much how I see it.
A friend tells me that no girl from that group can have a lasting relationship I wonder why she abandoned me...that's why I linger upon her...like a solved math problem...I want to know how I did...what I did wrong.
Except it's more like an exam and you have to go to the next one. I smell like the factory where I work... But like... I've found that if I put enough of mah junk into something, I can at least mildly get it.
like your dick? Ha! I don't understand...
No. No, junk being myself, my body.
I'm quite intoxicated if you can tell
Yes. That's when people speak their emotions.
Ha!
Or it's easier.
Yes, obviously, no care in the world.
Anyway, my point was, I went from not being able to sing and play guitar at all, at fucking at all, but I stuck with it and now I like to think I can do it reasonably.
I hope you get the girl, off topic now, well...
Plus, I always had to catch up with you, but your musical history goes past my fucking... something birthday.
Not really.
It's all part of the same topic. The point is, I still did it, no matter how much people think you're better, I've still got this idea that I had to rise from fucking nothing and I managed it.
Dude, do you realize I have nearly no abstact thought.
No. What does that have to do with anything?
Creativity.
Abstract thought is not creativity.
It's not like it lies in the eye of the beholder. Hmmm...it's just...I can't often put my thoughts to song, or in general, I can't express myself, that's why I fucked things up.
Have you listened to any of my lyrics? If you can find any semblence of truth, you get a dollar. Actually, no. The truest lyrics I wrote are the ones in Blue Eyed Bird. Now that I look back they all make sense.
You know what would make me happy?
A twinky.
No. That's what would make you happy.
A great gig.
If I COULD just express myself and tell her how I feel and everything I e'er felt, but I'm just a fool in love with nothing left to care about except the next time I get drunk so I can sleep and dream about it, and the only reason I still think of her is cause I dream about it... Nightmares
Dude, you realize this whole situation is barely about her. It's way more about yourself.
And what?
And what?
About me and what?
About how you feel about yourself.
My feelings were all provoked by love, like a bullet to a gazoline tank
Teenagers always exaggerate their emotions. It's like me saying, "I love her." Sure, if I were to write a song about, I'd probably use the word "love", but that's because it's a fucking song.
Life is no song
It's the only medium by which I can create.
I wrote short stories, then I delete them.
Okay. I'm not a good writer.
Neither am I, that's why I delete them.
I don't want to do anything except fucking conquer the world. That's all I have on my mind as in: ultimate goal.
mine: find somebody new
But you don't make it happen. You wait for everything to come to you.
hmmhmm...that's right, If I ever like a girl who likes me back I'll make it work...
No.
...but otherwise fuck it.
You make her like you. But about songwriting, most times you're a better lyricist than me, and better with melodies, so I don't see why you think you're simple there.
I still say you're better at melodies
They don't go anywhere.
I need to fucking relax. I'm so pissed off right now. I can't fucking write poems. At all. It pisses me off. It makes me fucking furious. FUCKING FURIOUS BEYOND FUCKING BELIEF! GOD! I COULD NEVER WRITE OR DO FUCKING MATH WELL! WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOOD AT?
I can't control my fingers now
I'm trying to play hurt: trying to play guitar
You sound drunk. Sometimes I just get this horrible urge to hit people until their heads and arms until I'm punching mashed flesh.
That sentence is all messed
Yeah. I'm really mad now. It's like... I can't fucking scream.
What do you have to be mad about?
Nothing. But I'm fucking furious on the inside right now. If I was a fucking dolt, I'd be breaking shit.
then shut up and absorb peace while you can. I'm gonna drink some more then fall asleep. I hope I never fucking wake up
I need mind organizers. You know when stupid kids say their heads hurt? "Ahh, that math problem was tough."
No sir
"Now my head hurts."
You're frustrated, I know. I'm one of those kids
No, it's not about that.
you feel like you wanna break out of your skin like it's too much
It just happens that my head hurts because too many thoughts are racing. I HATE IT.
and you tense up...
FUCKING CHRIST.I could easily kill a small animal and not regret it later.
and you feel like the only thing that helps is hitting your own face
Haha! No.
Like cutting your head open. Let the mud clear out.
I feel like that all the time now. I feel like getting into a fight and losing...and laughing histerically as I am hit...
Fights are easy to lose and win.
and laying on the ground bleeding...laughing...
A good hit to the head will knock anyone down.
...cause I finally feel good and right again
This conversation is like a good story between a man and his mind.
To be honest I'm quite lovesick. I gotta find someone.
Dude. Can I shatter something for you? Remember you thought you loved that other girl?
Not loved...I liked her a lot. Love is a stronger emotion
It's what you said.
I was a fool then.
I just can't believe it. Maybe I'm naive. I'm hanging out with the girl Saturday.
Have you ever been in love?
Of course I haven't.
Ha!
I think you just experienced the "crush" experience.
I wish that shit from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind existed
I don't remember enough as is.
The only reason I ever loved was because I was liked in return, perhaps loved...
In my mind, there's a huge difference between loving someone and liking them a lot, a lot, a lot.
but I ruined all that.
YES! You reminded me. I was going to tell you if you brought it up. I don't think you actually liked her, I think you liked that she liked you.
That has never happened with a girl I liked first. No. I liked her first, I thought she was just nice to me, when I found she liked me was the night I made out with her.
I don't like her personality. It clashes with mine.
I did. It was unique to me
It was the exact opposite to me. It was wanting to be unique. Like, you're a much more interesting person than she is, I find. I'm pretty sure she hates me 'cause I call her out on the phoniness. But again, I could be wrong. I may make strong points or make my points strongly, but I'm not afraid of saying I'm wrong.
That makes me feel good.
She's fucked up.
Certainly a personality
Dude...Did you ever know her in grade seven?
No sir...
She changed so much as though to fit some scene.
Only knew her this year, french and economics.
It's probably because she didn't fit in with anyone else, so she felt as though if she acted a certain way, other insecure people would latch on to some enterprise based on some other friends of hers. That's pretty much how I see it.
A friend tells me that no girl from that group can have a lasting relationship I wonder why she abandoned me...that's why I linger upon her...like a solved math problem...I want to know how I did...what I did wrong.
Except it's more like an exam and you have to go to the next one. I smell like the factory where I work... But like... I've found that if I put enough of mah junk into something, I can at least mildly get it.
like your dick? Ha! I don't understand...
No. No, junk being myself, my body.
I'm quite intoxicated if you can tell
Yes. That's when people speak their emotions.
Ha!
Or it's easier.
Yes, obviously, no care in the world.
Anyway, my point was, I went from not being able to sing and play guitar at all, at fucking at all, but I stuck with it and now I like to think I can do it reasonably.
I hope you get the girl, off topic now, well...
Plus, I always had to catch up with you, but your musical history goes past my fucking... something birthday.
Not really.
It's all part of the same topic. The point is, I still did it, no matter how much people think you're better, I've still got this idea that I had to rise from fucking nothing and I managed it.
Dude, do you realize I have nearly no abstact thought.
No. What does that have to do with anything?
Creativity.
Abstract thought is not creativity.
It's not like it lies in the eye of the beholder. Hmmm...it's just...I can't often put my thoughts to song, or in general, I can't express myself, that's why I fucked things up.
Have you listened to any of my lyrics? If you can find any semblence of truth, you get a dollar. Actually, no. The truest lyrics I wrote are the ones in Blue Eyed Bird. Now that I look back they all make sense.
You know what would make me happy?
A twinky.
No. That's what would make you happy.
A great gig.
If I COULD just express myself and tell her how I feel and everything I e'er felt, but I'm just a fool in love with nothing left to care about except the next time I get drunk so I can sleep and dream about it, and the only reason I still think of her is cause I dream about it... Nightmares
Dude, you realize this whole situation is barely about her. It's way more about yourself.
And what?
And what?
About me and what?
About how you feel about yourself.
My feelings were all provoked by love, like a bullet to a gazoline tank
Teenagers always exaggerate their emotions. It's like me saying, "I love her." Sure, if I were to write a song about, I'd probably use the word "love", but that's because it's a fucking song.
Life is no song
It's the only medium by which I can create.
I wrote short stories, then I delete them.
Okay. I'm not a good writer.
Neither am I, that's why I delete them.
I don't want to do anything except fucking conquer the world. That's all I have on my mind as in: ultimate goal.
mine: find somebody new
But you don't make it happen. You wait for everything to come to you.
hmmhmm...that's right, If I ever like a girl who likes me back I'll make it work...
No.
...but otherwise fuck it.
You make her like you. But about songwriting, most times you're a better lyricist than me, and better with melodies, so I don't see why you think you're simple there.
I still say you're better at melodies
They don't go anywhere.
I need to fucking relax. I'm so pissed off right now. I can't fucking write poems. At all. It pisses me off. It makes me fucking furious. FUCKING FURIOUS BEYOND FUCKING BELIEF! GOD! I COULD NEVER WRITE OR DO FUCKING MATH WELL! WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOOD AT?
I can't control my fingers now
I'm trying to play hurt: trying to play guitar
You sound drunk. Sometimes I just get this horrible urge to hit people until their heads and arms until I'm punching mashed flesh.
That sentence is all messed
Yeah. I'm really mad now. It's like... I can't fucking scream.
What do you have to be mad about?
Nothing. But I'm fucking furious on the inside right now. If I was a fucking dolt, I'd be breaking shit.
then shut up and absorb peace while you can. I'm gonna drink some more then fall asleep. I hope I never fucking wake up
I need mind organizers. You know when stupid kids say their heads hurt? "Ahh, that math problem was tough."
No sir
"Now my head hurts."
You're frustrated, I know. I'm one of those kids
No, it's not about that.
you feel like you wanna break out of your skin like it's too much
It just happens that my head hurts because too many thoughts are racing. I HATE IT.
and you tense up...
FUCKING CHRIST.I could easily kill a small animal and not regret it later.
and you feel like the only thing that helps is hitting your own face
Haha! No.
Like cutting your head open. Let the mud clear out.
I feel like that all the time now. I feel like getting into a fight and losing...and laughing histerically as I am hit...
Fights are easy to lose and win.
and laying on the ground bleeding...laughing...
A good hit to the head will knock anyone down.
...cause I finally feel good and right again
This conversation is like a good story between a man and his mind.