16 March 2010

I quote the Matches at least once a day

A clawed karmic kafuffle
What can you compromise besides everything?
Your pride, your goals, your fetish for faux-fettering footwear
Your sidewalk, your sanity, your satiable sonic serenade
But should you?
Should you give up happiness for bragging rights?
You might have a college degree, but it’s still useless.
You might have a year less than your peers,
But where’s the point if you’ve got no drive or ambition
Damning dereliction of destroyed deities
Don’t think you’ll ever grow up

What am I doing with my life?

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