Zero 7 - Left Behind
He used to meticulously pair his socks and make plans for becoming God. Disappointed scowls taught him at a young age never to tell anyone that this was the only way to satiate his existence. It was non-negotiable, so there was really no need to utter the words. The repression of his life motivation gradually hardened into an outward shell of moralistic behavior that was never satisfied by food drives or charity donations or smiling at strangers. After years of unfulfilled silent expectation, his own limitations began surfacing as back aches and car payments. He found himself working at an office where he could hide in his computer and have complete control over moving files of various proportions and functions. He imagined them each to be priorities, meanings, and importances and he placed them all in order. With one delusion flipped onto another, disapointment was overcome and sleep finally came natural. But sometimes he couldn't help thinking he was living a reality that wasn't real.
Loney, Dear - I am John (mp3) [video stream]
Kyle @ 1:20 AM
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Ugh, sorting and pairing socks. Why waste the effort? I learned long ago to just throw them in the drawer. As long as the socks you are wearing are one color, who gives a damn?
Also, folding underwear, totally over-rated. However, catch me putting away laundry at work, and you'll find me folding underwear. Metivoulsy.
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