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Meditative analysis of the Fallibility of Humanity, Act: III
Where I reinforce my apparent apathy with irreverent, unexplained sarcasm, a maze of near-unintelligible adverbs and adjectives, and a plethora of irrelevance, animosity, and complete disregard for any readers' sanity, self-esteem, or will to live.
Bury Your Heart
Get your wikis ready, spooks. I'm about to make another JRRT reference. smilies/icon_rofl.gif

The Avari, or the unwilling, a portion of the dark elves who looked at Aman and were all DO NOT WANT, and thus all the crazy ones became enlightened thanks to Osse's capacity for persuasion.

Dark, meaning endarkened, as opposed to enlightened. I assume if squeaky elven dope lived anywhere nearer the sun they'd have skin pigment, but the vast majority of folk who live under ice tend to be prone to sunburn assuming that they can become sunburned.

Maybe around the Edain, who have greater familiarity with the function and creation of pigment, although this might be percieved as swarthy and thus uncouth by the less-traveled sort.

I'm talking about you, Thranduil. That's right, you're a racist b*****d.

Swart, however, I figure means 'dirty' or 'disease-carrying' or 'foul' a.k.a. 'stinky' and that accumulation of grossness and ignorance of hygiene leads to the skin gaining a darker, browner shade. You know, the shade of poop. Some of which it likely is.

Or dirt just sticks, I don't know.

I'm putting off what I meant to post here, 'cause of emotional distemper. But whatever.




egocentric appropriation Wrote:
Gold, gold; bones, bones
Under platinum headstones
Gold, gold; bones, bones
Under platinum headstones

You're so cold as you sit there alone
Selling your bright ideas
And paying someone to answer your phone
So this is life,
Come home to kids and wife
After a day of twisting the knife
'Til you get yours

There's blood on the tracks again.
Do you buy, buy what you're selling them?

You know it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
I hate to see you drown in a sea of bills
Where did you bury all that
Precious, precious

Gold, gold; bones, bones
Under platinum headstones
Gold, gold; bones, bones
Under platinum headstones

You build empires, airplanes
And smog-coated spires
Up to the last blank page
When the wildfires rage on the hills

There's blood on the tracks again.
Do you buy, buy what you're selling them?

You know it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
I hate to see you drown in a sea of pills
Where did you bury, did you bury?

Take my hand
Let's leave this place
Tonight we'll need our souls
And not that...

Gold, gold; bones, bones
And all that worthless
Gold, gold; bones, bones
And all that useless...

There's blood on the tracks again.
Do you buy, buy what you're selling them?

You know it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
I hate to see you drown in a sea of pills
Where did you bury all that
Precious, precious...

Gold, gold; bones, bones
Under platinum headstones
Gold, gold; bones, bones
And all that worthless

Gold, gold; bones, bones
And all that useless
Gold, gold; bones, bones
Where did you bury your heart?



The mention of Avari appropriating the non-egocentric viewpoint, out of respect to all egocentric individuals out there. Respect, because I know firsthand that they can be complete a**-holes.

As it is, the only reason I'd see this as pertinent is because this happened to my half-brother. He used to be a banker, and a wealthy one at that. Wife, kids, etc. Even able to ignore ADHD and all that by applying it to his work ethic.

All his morals were based on mainly Superman/Batman -superhero code, which for my brothers is extremely flimsy at best...*ahem* sorry, threw up a little in my mouth. That and his view of himself was that of being the sole male heir to a well-to-do Italian family (mafia-jokes. I kid you not).

But, that don't work for Morin/Festins. A role and an ideal? The Kraft in me scoffs at the idea, casually ignoring the footnote concerning Hitler.... *cough*

So when his business-obsessive wife had to face his ADHD with him when the economy went all Taliban on Americans, she promptly exploded, nearly taking out her kids with the sudden violent behavior.

So, he left. She was after him for not being the type of banker she wanted him to be, and he wasn't going to let children get caught in the crossfire, let alone cop to her demand that he become an example of...bankers, to his kids.

She's not a gold-digger, per se...but, c'mon. Had he any religious ideation he could have roped in an exorcist.

Anywho, his family had stuffed him with ADHD meds before, and he went to them to heal. Meds which did not agree with him. He nearly ended up on a slab when his heart stopped, but they got the paddles and kicked it in the a**.

I'm sorry, I couldn't help that last bit. But as it were, he's alive and now his biologically associated personnel have to put up with another crazy relative lmao.
Oh yeah. And he's the hyperactive version of annoying too. AHAHAHHAH

So anyway, Flyleaf and whatnot, this song is meant for him. Yea sure I may have been given orders to order the slab.....but he doesn't have to be on it anytime soon, necessarily, right?

I'm kidding. I faltered. And I'm proud of it. Still not a murderer, actively.

Screw the simple...Roman....method. I've got german brainz up in dis filipino-sized head o'mine. Ain't nothin' I don't dealt with before.

But, yeah. Why here? 'Cause smilies/icon_heart.gif Flyleaf. That's why. smilies/icon_xp.gif

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