Wednesday 17 August. 12.38AM
Sing hosanna, sing hosanna, wait who's hosanna and why are we singing to them, or at them or about them, or whatever we are doing, wait, who's we, theres only me here, wait, so who am I talking to about hosanna and we, wait, why am I saying wait all the time and not waiting, oh great now I'm confused and none of these questions have even begun to be answered! How petrifyingly frustrating, I could explode I'm that angry at these unanswered questions, I mean seriously, how rude, you go to all that effort to conjure up perfectly acceptable questions and this is what you get, nothing! Well that’s it, that’s the last time, I'v had it, no more will I stand for this abuse, I don’t even have a measurement of how pissed off I am at all this, its unmeasurable! Yeah that’s right I said it, unmeasurable. There’s scientists heads exploding all over the world at this revelation.
Sing hosanna, sing hosanna, wait who's hosanna and why are we singing to them, or at them or about them, or whatever we are doing, wait, who's we, theres only me here, wait, so who am I talking to about hosanna and we, wait, why am I saying wait all the time and not waiting, oh great now I'm confused and none of these questions have even begun to be answered! How petrifyingly frustrating, I could explode I'm that angry at these unanswered questions, I mean seriously, how rude, you go to all that effort to conjure up perfectly acceptable questions and this is what you get, nothing! Well that’s it, that’s the last time, I'v had it, no more will I stand for this abuse, I don’t even have a measurement of how pissed off I am at all this, its unmeasurable! Yeah that’s right I said it, unmeasurable. There’s scientists heads exploding all over the world at this revelation.
Everything is measurable, beep beep, it must be, beep beep, we have scales and numbers and squiggly lines, beep beep, and beeps! Ahhhh KABOOOOM!
Well no longer my friends, the days of olde and yore are over its now and here, up and down as well as sideways and inverted, its all over basically is the point I'm trying to get at. Wait, what was the point I was trying to get at? Wait, who am I asking that to? Oh no, its begun again, damn you trickery dickery doctory! You have played me once again like the violinist plays his piccolo on his day off from playing his oboe, which is what he plays as a hobby when he’s not playing his mini chin guitar, don’t think this is the last you’v seen of me though, oh no, no no! This is far from over, its so far from over its under! I’ll get you, and when I do, you’ll wish you’d never been conceived, let alone born! Mark this day, mark it well for it shall be one of ye last ye scurvy porpoise!
Mission complete
12.58AM: Do you know what’s funny? NOTHING, stop laughing, in fact stop looking at me, what have I got something on my face, is it my hair, that’s it, where’s my shaver I'm taking this god forsaken hair down to its roots, its held me back long enough. I always knew it had something against me, sitting up there, scheming, plotting it’s domination, it’s a constant war, I cut it, it grows back, thicker and stronger before and then it appears on my face more and more, every morning its there waiting, no matter what I do. It’s a crafty one, but I will not back down, I was here first, it’s my body not yours. you hear me hair its mine, now back off!
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