Sunday, August 7
S.B.T: miss nelson is missing
yeah well she's gone, and not for too long. it's true, you know, what they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. of course it really doesnt hurt to have such a terrible substitute. i'm almost positive that any time i have ever been missed as been a fluke. in every situation that i have confidence that i will be missed, there never seems to be fail that i am being replaced by even a slopper candidate. yeah thats not fair, i should enjoy to be missed, but most times i was the better of the two evils. if i am evil can i please be a villain. i can't stand this time spent on the fence, eithe rmy soul is black like ore, or i am still being bekoned from each end.
i suppose the choice is mine, but how has that ever been the case for a villain, it has never been. unless of course a chemical explosion was responsible for giving you your powers. though its mostly all the same, and of no difference now, i would just like a base with most things designed to look like my face. that sounds almost perfect, now a few explosives could push this to the next level.
how simple it is to take something for granted is the main connection i draw from the book. i never fail to realize the advantages to having something the second i have tossed it out, and not an instant before. even if you are a main staple of my life, chances are i don't quite use you to your full potential.
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