All Those Yesterdays

Frustration Anxiety:

The weather girl lies to me every morning. She smiles though. So it's alright. It's just a conversation piece. We can't predict the weather, but we can predict that the Sun will burn out in billions of years or so. The studio audience will teach us how to become funny. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Applause.

One day someone climbed a mountain. When they got to the top, they realized that the whole task was worthless.

It doesn't rain anymore. It pours. The Sun burns us much easier than it used to.

Everyone keeps to themselves these days. It's probably best, isn't it?

I will call a dog over and yell at it. I will teach it to sit and roll over. I will feed it and I will feel good about myself. The dog is loyal. Not too many people are loyal though.

I think most of us were put into small aquariums since we were born. When that happens to the goldfish, they don't really grow. You may have heard something to that effect before. It's true though.

I really don't feel like doing anything else right here and now. It's almost making me angry.

Have a great emotion.

To be continued.

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My ideal woman is someone who has been recently divorced, has baggage, hates men, knows what she wants, and will walk all over me.

Your options are limited when you look at the screens. Subliminal. Subliminal. Ah, come on now, you are just making stuff up.

To be continued.