Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Happiness is a warm gun

as well as a song by the Beatles.

Sometimes people who are poor,
really are just lazy.

Sometimes you feel like a nut,
sometimes you're just fucking crazy.

It's hard not to judge people,
especially when they are idiots.

History repeats itself,
even when you swore it wouldn't.

Comfort is knowing that at least you still look good
and brush your teeth daily while some people don't.

Comfort is also knowing he couldn't live without you,
while his interest in other parties fades away.

People change and when they do take a turn for the worst,
you are obligated to punch them in the balls.

Oh, and divorce. Yeh, THAT SUCKS.

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