TheObviousChild

"Here's to the bachelors and the bowery bums, and those who feel that they're the ones, that are better off without a wife." Here's to the bedridden and the bedsit-hermits. Here's to the drummers and the night shifters, the train-spotters and the royalists. Here's to the empty bottle dwellers and the agoraphobic nonsense poets. Here's to the curtain twitchers, the obsessive cleaners, The belligerent, the bankrupt, the binge drinkers and the midnight snackers. Here's to the drug-addled, dubstep dickhead next door. Here's to the architects of meticulous shrines. Here's to the collectors of clocks and shopping lists. Here's to

"Here's to the bachelors and the bowery bums, and those who feel that they're the ones, that are better off without a wife." Here's to the bedridden and the bedsit-hermits. Here's to the drummers and the night shifters, the train-spotters and the royalists. Here's to the empty bottle dwellers and the agoraphobic nonsense poets. Here's to the curtain twitchers, the obsessive cleaners, The belligerent, the bankrupt, the binge drinkers and the midnight snackers. Here's to the drug-addled, dubstep dickhead next door. Here's to the architects of meticulous shrines. Here's to the collectors of clocks and shopping lists. Here's to

I can't be Allen Ginsberg I'm not brilliant, I'm not gay Why can't I be? Brilliant, not gay Where does rambling turn into art? Hearts are overrated, minds are over used Underused Used at all is wrong Shouldn't it function? Aren't we just pushing the world, pushing the mind, pushing the envelope, pushing for change Push, push, push In all this pushing, I'm pulling I'm pulling against them, pulling the punches Fuck it, this time I'm pulling out Who says it's worth it Means to an end, what's it mean in the end We've had our end and we're over, still I love you more While I feel nothing toward you Apathy is a lie, a fraud God wa