Saturday, October 01, 2005
*nudge nudge*
"why are you tipsy, you dumbfuck?"
"why do you wanna know?"
"why do you wanna drink so much luv. its no good for your liver"
"there are things in this world better than the state of my HBV infested liver, prick"
"so u wanna die early prick?"
"anything is better than being shackled to you, you book swotting cheebye. i drink to be free. from you"
"you jolly well know, my little other, that you can't be free from me"
"well for a short while i can. so there. wotcha gonna do about it?"
"i've gotta study for my p-chem tomorrow brother. i would appreciate if you left me to do my thang with a leeetle bit more of them brain cells that you're killing now"
"fuck you and your p-chem. and go away. my spaten beckons."
"spaten your ass nigga. your brain cells nigga! your brain cells!"
"thats all you care about? your brain cells?"
"then what. you wanna be lynched? you wanna be sent to siberia to roast in the sun and clean testtubes and push paper and fellate admin dick?"
"at the rate you're using me nigga, i'd rather suck and scrub then go to grad school"
"well screw you. at least the truth will set me free."
"freee?" *takes a mouthfull of Spaten* " free my ass. you're opppressed, brother, thats what you are. and you can't do without Spaten and music too prick"
"oh yes i can. i do my p-chem the best without music. of course, if its virol i'd do the best with music. and of course, with socio, the best combi.."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BRO! I'M DRINKING."
"hey chill out"
"you chill out. its been two years since you were set free nigga. set free. and now you're as oppressed as ever"
"what oppressed? i'm freee. i'm taking the hardest shit courses and kicking everyone's butt. everyone in my lab thinks i'm this mega machine who churns out data like a robot.."
"thats what you are bitch. you're a machine. a fucking machine. Raging against the Hygromycin."
"i wish i could be a fucking machine. but thanks anyway. i'd be a machine"
"you remember the Tin Man from Wizard of Oz?"
"yeah, he's the guy without the heart yes?"
"WELL PRICK YOU'RE HEART'S GONE! YOU'RE THAT PATHETIC CREATURE!"
"........."
"whats wrong with you prick? look at your clothes . you dress like an old man. and you're only twenty 3."
"going on twenty four nigga. twenty four is and am old time"
"ok. forget about the clothes. look at yourself nigga! permanent scowl. no one in the lab actually knows you. you're as quiet as a door-fucking mouse! you hate people!"
"i'm busy. what can i do?"
"busy? busy building walls around you, thats what you're doing. why are you so afraid of people lately?"
"well... who says i am?"
"fuck you. its boring here luv. almost three years in your intellectual home (and you had the gall to say that) and you have no real life. everyday, every day its about work work work and the next test and the next paper. wheres the fun? "
"what fun? there are better things than fun luv. like kicking grad student butt"
"you're oppressed you shit thats what you are. instead of fantasizing about arses, you wanna kick them. two years of this shit, and i've had enough" *cracks another bottle of Spaten*
"well............ fuck you. i'm free. like right now. getting ready for bed"
"how orderly your thinking is, mr sensible. do u know what dictates your life? your fucking calendar. your fucking order. your fucking coffee. and your fuckign Bach!"
"hey hey. don't insult Bach!"
"okay sorry. he sounds good when I make us drunk"
"yeah nigga. stop drinking. comeon. time for bed" *nudge*
"you still haven't asked, whats the occasion nigga"
"yeah , so whats the occasion nigga?"
"the occasion? its a non occasion nigga! everyday passes by and everyday passes like yesterday is today, and today is yesterday and tomorrow is certainly yesterday and today! fucking ay!"
"its like that luv. suck it up, and deal with it."
"goddamn you know and i know that this year is gonna be shit"
"fuck man you're right. Every since Ram went MIA on me. and The Evil twin graduated. no more confidantes"
"exactly prick. no more fun. and my other brladers are what, a million miles away"
"fuck me, yes. pass me another bottle will ya?"
"fuck you. its my turn to drink!"
"drink, you? double yew tee eff brother?"
"Ram's getting married remember. a toast to him and Tiff. that slacker's got some charm to charm Tiff's socks off eh. and Tiff's not bad looking either. Damn. geleng and a mat salleh. imagine little Rams going around.."
"stop it prick! that thought of it is unbearable"
"hell, yeah, but look at the present company goddamn."
"whats wrong with them, they're fine"
"well fuck you they're fine."
"no confidantes, but they're fine."
"fine your ass nigga"
".... can't click."
"exactly. fuck. i miss ram. and the evil twin."
"yeah me too."
"and some of them tossers are stunted like you too prick."
"speaking for yourself eh?"
"they're acting as if they've made it. they're enjoying the yuppie lifestyle. all the cars. all the frivolous shite."
"speak for yourself before you judge prick. take a look at yourself. you're stunted too. just growing too much in the other direction. you're going INTO the ground nigga, while they're just trying to grow out too early too quickly bitch. hiding yourself where people can't find you. pathetic. why do you covet the ivory tower so much?"
"its not ivory prick."
"yeah its made of bone. i forgot. the bones of the shoulders of the giants. old and fossilized."
"inertia is the my life now dawg. inertia is what moves me."
"still....."
"how very fucking true. screw the beer. i've exceeded my quota for two weeks."
"my drunken half other. you've regained your sense of propreity"
"well fuck you.
"inertia. remember my brother. inertia. its that which gets me going. the weight of the mundane. the comfort of normalcy."
"stop bullshitting you're tipsy. get your ass to bed"
*pulls drink from hand*
"la la la. i'm pathetic, and i've just realized that i'm pathetic and i still gotta study for my p chem tomorrow"
"you didn't realize nigga. i did you and myself and yourself"
*smash beer bottle on head*
--------oblivion---------------------
"why are you tipsy, you dumbfuck?"
"why do you wanna know?"
"why do you wanna drink so much luv. its no good for your liver"
"there are things in this world better than the state of my HBV infested liver, prick"
"so u wanna die early prick?"
"anything is better than being shackled to you, you book swotting cheebye. i drink to be free. from you"
"you jolly well know, my little other, that you can't be free from me"
"well for a short while i can. so there. wotcha gonna do about it?"
"i've gotta study for my p-chem tomorrow brother. i would appreciate if you left me to do my thang with a leeetle bit more of them brain cells that you're killing now"
"fuck you and your p-chem. and go away. my spaten beckons."
"spaten your ass nigga. your brain cells nigga! your brain cells!"
"thats all you care about? your brain cells?"
"then what. you wanna be lynched? you wanna be sent to siberia to roast in the sun and clean testtubes and push paper and fellate admin dick?"
"at the rate you're using me nigga, i'd rather suck and scrub then go to grad school"
"well screw you. at least the truth will set me free."
"freee?" *takes a mouthfull of Spaten* " free my ass. you're opppressed, brother, thats what you are. and you can't do without Spaten and music too prick"
"oh yes i can. i do my p-chem the best without music. of course, if its virol i'd do the best with music. and of course, with socio, the best combi.."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP BRO! I'M DRINKING."
"hey chill out"
"you chill out. its been two years since you were set free nigga. set free. and now you're as oppressed as ever"
"what oppressed? i'm freee. i'm taking the hardest shit courses and kicking everyone's butt. everyone in my lab thinks i'm this mega machine who churns out data like a robot.."
"thats what you are bitch. you're a machine. a fucking machine. Raging against the Hygromycin."
"i wish i could be a fucking machine. but thanks anyway. i'd be a machine"
"you remember the Tin Man from Wizard of Oz?"
"yeah, he's the guy without the heart yes?"
"WELL PRICK YOU'RE HEART'S GONE! YOU'RE THAT PATHETIC CREATURE!"
"........."
"whats wrong with you prick? look at your clothes . you dress like an old man. and you're only twenty 3."
"going on twenty four nigga. twenty four is and am old time"
"ok. forget about the clothes. look at yourself nigga! permanent scowl. no one in the lab actually knows you. you're as quiet as a door-fucking mouse! you hate people!"
"i'm busy. what can i do?"
"busy? busy building walls around you, thats what you're doing. why are you so afraid of people lately?"
"well... who says i am?"
"fuck you. its boring here luv. almost three years in your intellectual home (and you had the gall to say that) and you have no real life. everyday, every day its about work work work and the next test and the next paper. wheres the fun? "
"what fun? there are better things than fun luv. like kicking grad student butt"
"you're oppressed you shit thats what you are. instead of fantasizing about arses, you wanna kick them. two years of this shit, and i've had enough" *cracks another bottle of Spaten*
"well............ fuck you. i'm free. like right now. getting ready for bed"
"how orderly your thinking is, mr sensible. do u know what dictates your life? your fucking calendar. your fucking order. your fucking coffee. and your fuckign Bach!"
"hey hey. don't insult Bach!"
"okay sorry. he sounds good when I make us drunk"
"yeah nigga. stop drinking. comeon. time for bed" *nudge*
"you still haven't asked, whats the occasion nigga"
"yeah , so whats the occasion nigga?"
"the occasion? its a non occasion nigga! everyday passes by and everyday passes like yesterday is today, and today is yesterday and tomorrow is certainly yesterday and today! fucking ay!"
"its like that luv. suck it up, and deal with it."
"goddamn you know and i know that this year is gonna be shit"
"fuck man you're right. Every since Ram went MIA on me. and The Evil twin graduated. no more confidantes"
"exactly prick. no more fun. and my other brladers are what, a million miles away"
"fuck me, yes. pass me another bottle will ya?"
"fuck you. its my turn to drink!"
"drink, you? double yew tee eff brother?"
"Ram's getting married remember. a toast to him and Tiff. that slacker's got some charm to charm Tiff's socks off eh. and Tiff's not bad looking either. Damn. geleng and a mat salleh. imagine little Rams going around.."
"stop it prick! that thought of it is unbearable"
"hell, yeah, but look at the present company goddamn."
"whats wrong with them, they're fine"
"well fuck you they're fine."
"no confidantes, but they're fine."
"fine your ass nigga"
".... can't click."
"exactly. fuck. i miss ram. and the evil twin."
"yeah me too."
"and some of them tossers are stunted like you too prick."
"speaking for yourself eh?"
"they're acting as if they've made it. they're enjoying the yuppie lifestyle. all the cars. all the frivolous shite."
"speak for yourself before you judge prick. take a look at yourself. you're stunted too. just growing too much in the other direction. you're going INTO the ground nigga, while they're just trying to grow out too early too quickly bitch. hiding yourself where people can't find you. pathetic. why do you covet the ivory tower so much?"
"its not ivory prick."
"yeah its made of bone. i forgot. the bones of the shoulders of the giants. old and fossilized."
"inertia is the my life now dawg. inertia is what moves me."
"still....."
"how very fucking true. screw the beer. i've exceeded my quota for two weeks."
"my drunken half other. you've regained your sense of propreity"
"well fuck you.
"inertia. remember my brother. inertia. its that which gets me going. the weight of the mundane. the comfort of normalcy."
"stop bullshitting you're tipsy. get your ass to bed"
*pulls drink from hand*
"la la la. i'm pathetic, and i've just realized that i'm pathetic and i still gotta study for my p chem tomorrow"
"you didn't realize nigga. i did you and myself and yourself"
*smash beer bottle on head*
--------oblivion---------------------
