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Friday, July 25, 2008

@ Work Thoughts of the Day




Counting down the minutes, seconds, milliseconds until lunch, it has become known that I am highly antsy. The urge and desire of going outside to enjoy that cancer stick.

I suppose I can wait another half hour...I hope.

Work has become slow today (usually on a Friday) and I am going to go insane.

...GIVE ME SOMETHING TO DO!!!...

Emails and chats are just at a bare minimum, so I save what I can, but gee doesn't go with the course, the more work you have the more job security you have.

::Gulp::

Me, worried? Not really...I have a few prospects I have been investigating on, which may work out.

Okay I think I'm done, time to go crazy.

Yay, anti-depressants...

Misanthropic Muse's Mood of the Day

"American Idiot"



Don't want to be an American idiot.
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alien nation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.




Dedicated to those who are the ones that drive individuals like me to have to take pills.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Destruction of One's Heart


I just had to get this off my chest, due to recent events...I will be reverting into a more hermit like state for a bit, releasing the negativies through my art and writing)
Destruction of One's Heart

Your words of hate and despisement
Bring nothing but despair and torment
Why as I ask
You feel this the task
Of your waking moment and waking hour
Attempting for me to cower
At your mere existence
Your anger become more when I have the defensive stance
Your words become more and more hurtful
I close my eyes and hope it will just all dull
Erased from existence within my mind
Since your distaste in my being isn't so kind.
You are my reference point of life
Yet only within your striking you bring only strife
You are my mother I thought be true
Only having hatred submitted from you
Only love me for who I am for today, tomorrow, forever...
Will you accept your daughter, or I am to become in your life a blur?

(C)2008 Misanthropic-Musings

(*Dedicated to my mother for whom has slashed and cut into me recently...for whom I will always love yet always fear of never being loved.*)