We are not really interested

[Sepia]

in your vacuum cleaners
your homevideos
your suicide attempts and successes
not really interested in your scientific explanations to why there is no god
or why the soul really is an at-field
you study the nature for an answer to a question you long since ever cared about
you no longer stop and think about the mechanics driving you or those around you

you're breathing, aren't you?
YOU ARE LIVING!
You're walking the pastures of green in the weekends with your lovely wife and you're german shepherd.
You've borrowed a cabin from a friend too where you can have time for a short romance with your loved one. You feel that the weekends should be used for recreation. You're a christian even though you aren't part of any sect at all.
You sit at your desk, emotionless. You don't have time to feel depressed or hate your job. You got a job, it pays good, it pays your mortgages. It will give you a cabin of your own in a few years.
Is that the plan?

Live
then
Work (be a husband)
then
Retire
then
Live
then
Tell your children and grandchildren a story with a moral you've adapted yourself so that you can tell this particular story. And you sacrificed so much for that story, didn't you? All those years of work, endless toil to pay the mortgages and the cabin.

Where you and your wife still think that it's romantic.

Is this you?

Will you ever again take a look at yourself? Or was that a highschool fling. A summerflirt.
The dame you should have married with.

Or should you?

Is this tormenting you?

Are there any questions in your life?

Or is it filled with semicolons, exclamationmarks and dots?

Is this a question in itself?

But,
as I was saying
we're not really interesting
we're not hiring

I think, personally, you should join something else.

[Chef]

YOU ARE A MEAT PUPPET.

YOU WILL DIE ALONE.

[East Coast Hustle]

I thought is was pretty fuckin' spot-on...

good show.

[agent compassion]

Fuck the deep thought, I'm gonna go play.



Good call, Sepia.

::gets some sno-caps and sits back to watch the boys have a good old-fashioned catfight::

[Horab Fibslager]

yes i liekd it too.


every single living creature dies alone rog.

cept for the trees.

[chaosgraves:agentoferis]

I have always been here before.

[Hoshiko]

I really liked it.

Sepia, the more you post the more I look forward to your future posts.

[Bella]

I really liked it.

Sepia, the more you post the more I look forward to your future posts.

Me, too.

[Bob the Mediocre]

YOU ARE A MEAT PUPPET.

YOU WILL DIE ALONE.

Yep. I plan to enjoy it while I got it, though.

[zarathustrasbastardson]

forgetting is the key to happiness

remembering is the key to bliss

or vice verso

confusion is the way to enlightenment

and enlightenment is a confusion

clarity of confusion tis the key to understanding

and understanding the confused is the key of confusion

forget this u will

u will be happy

the meat puppets are haappy
the happy are meat puppets

take a spin on the flood@TMBG.com

devourdrugsfordeathandtruthnoonewilllisten
but the'll talk so damn much
cheers

[Chef]

forgetting is the key to happiness

remembering is the key to bliss

or vice verso

confusion is the way to enlightenment

and enlightenment is a confusion

clarity of confusion tis the key to understanding

and understanding the confused is the key of confusion

forget this u will

u will be happy

the meat puppets are haappy
the happy are meat puppets

take a spin on the flood@TMBG.com

devourdrugsfordeathandtruthnoonewilllisten
but the'll talk so damn much
cheers

POETRY THAT DOESN'T RHYME HAS TEH GHEY.

CEPT HAIKUS.

[Z³]

I'm tired of these universes.

[zarathustrasbastardson]

all chef says is hes a dirty damn fuck bitch and he loves doing nothing -

cheers to the establishment chef and don't beat off in my egg drop soup

uestablisheddouch of a man -

and it wasn't poetry - it was a philosophy of yer screws in yer neck and legs

HOAR TO THE MAN

[zarathustrasbastardson]

what does xi mean douche!! huh

[Chef]

all chef says is hes a dirty damn fuck bitch and he loves doing nothing -

cheers to the establishment chef and don't beat off in my egg drop soup

uestablisheddouch of a man -

and it wasn't poetry - it was a philosophy of yer screws in yer neck and legs

HOAR TO THE MAN