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Thursday, March 25, 2004
Gyroscope
Inside out you can't cope
my gyroscope
Witness the fall from grace
you shed your skin
change if it pleases you
just don't give in
Inside out you can't cope
my gyroscope
Quiet now she said
you're waking up the dead
Cradle the excuse
in love with the abuse
Handle it with ease
it's a dignified disease
Soul searching breaks you down
You'll never learn
Annihilate yourself
All things must burn
Inside out you can't cope
my gyroscope
Inside out you can't cope
my gyroscope
Inside out you can't cope
my gyroscope
Inside out you can't cope
my gyroscope
I'm sure everyone already knows this, but I feel I need to pound it perpetually into your head.
Whoever likes to sit here all day and fool around with Geometry and learn all this crap about Geometry is one mad bastard. And this one mad bastard should be shot on sight.
People should be flocking back in time to find this one mad bastard and assassinate him so he can't give fruition to the terrible, caustic fucker that is Geometry.
I don't want to do this Geometry, so I'll go for a walk now.
But as I'm walking I'll have this stupid Geometry assignment in the back of my head, and it will plague my thoughts. The voice giving it articulation will sound much like this: "WHEN YOU GET HOME, MITCH, YOU GET TO TRY TO FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT. YOU'RE HAVING TROUBLE FINDING THE ARE AND PERIMETER OF A TRIANGLE AND OTHER SUCH POLYGONS AND YOU CAN'T BELIEVE AND YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CAN'T DO THIS. YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT BUT I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU DO IT BECAUSE YOU NEED TO HAVE THIS FIGURED OUT OR ELSE YOU FAIL THIS CLASS. AND IF YOU FAIL THIS CLASS THEN YOU'RE SCREWED. AND IF YOU DON'T GET A BETTER GRADE THAN YOU DID FIRST QUARTER OF THIS SECOND SEMESTER, YOU SHOULD JUST FEEL USELESS BECAUSE THIS CRAP ISN'T THAT HARD, SUPPOSEDLY. YOU SUPPOSEDLY JUST DON'T HAVE THE KNACK FOR IT, BUT HAVE TO DO IT ANYWAY."
Shut up voice. I'll drown you with music and with the mechanical, beautiful feeling of walking. I'll kill you. I'll nmurder you. And I won't even put a gun to your head. I won't even pull a trigger.
I'll just use silence and the power to destroy things that don't even exist unless you let them appear and bother you and belliger you.
I'll murder you, I'll do it and you'll be dead and won't be able to speak until you are able to rise from the dead on the seventh day. I'll do it.
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