You're Only Human (Second Wind)


So tomorrow I have to decommission some equipment. That's all you strangers need to know. Here's some screwed up shit for you to read:

I asked her to dance and she said no - A ballerina dances alone, you know:

Hi, my name is ______. You can call me %$#$#$, too. This spring, I am going to watch the war on my television and then I am going to cash in on my stocks. They've been going down lately. Don't worry, I can buy plenty now at a lower price. We like fear. The economy is picking up. No it's not! Yes it is! No it's not. Sit with smug face. Eat my bagel and drink my tea. Fold newspaper. Insert sex toys in briefcase. Go cheat on the love of my life. Drive through traffic jam. Turn up radio. Local sports team is doing well. Call home and say I'll be late. I wish I was stupid. Calculators even make errors. I want to listen, I really do. Arrive in driveway, headlights towards the garage. Quiet while stepping inside. Knock over something near the kitchen. Wake up dog. It bites my leg. Ouch. Ouch. This isn't a dream this time. My leg is bleeding. Stop. Stop. Stop. Go. Yellow Light. Green. Hi, my name is ______. A dog bit my leg and I'm bleeding and none of that stuff I just rambled on about really matters right now. Apply tourniquet (sp?) and laugh.

Tomorrow is a brand new day. We have some things to work on obviously. - the end.