shadow on the wall

sure there are loads of reasonjs growing old isnt fun top of the list bein adult diapers,adult diapers AND adult diapers.Hey i didnt mind shittin my pants when i was young i didnt knw beter,but shittin ur pants when u knw its wrng well thast jst wrng .you lose the whole childhood innocence thing too remeber the time u used to show ur tuche in public and no one wud mind hell showing ur tuche was second nature wasnt it? an d as u grow old ppl teach u the meaning of shame of why ur privates are called privates and not soldier or the big g,and then showing ur butt is jst frowned upon .life is so much simpler before the hormones kick in and u are in overdrive mode before u knw it then all u can think abt is sex sex and maybe food if there a break in between all the sex of course no one gets sex cause the female hormones are blody feminist and dnt wanna give sex until marriage . god damn hormones .

anyway same old day at school statin the day being all vulgar and lazy theres sumthin abt being vulgar u knw its sick ,u knw it isnt u but hey the others are gonna get a kick out of it right.then those lewd comments abt which girl is hot of course tryin to create the perfect women by treatin super models like lego pieces and then deciding not to give her brains or else we dnt get sex again and whats the point then ??reachin our respective perversion saturation points by 9 to 10 in the morning then trying to talk abt other stuff. dreaming abt the "ifs" "ans" 'buts"

and think IF they didnt exist what wud happen . deciding to make those dreams reality then backing out cause hey if u failed u knw the dream wnt even be a dream, it wud be reality and we have too much reality and drama in our lives anyway so why make more of it?plus reality sucks ass man!!then lunch of course watchin ppl eat like pigs ,fifnishing lunch makin fun of the pigs,goin to class ,bunking every period after that till the vice principal calls u and then admiting to him that u were in the loo doin the do...hey he isnt a confessional that i have to tell him the truth right??makin fun of that sorry assed son of a bitch when we get out of his office and then by evenin enjoyin the torrential rain with a little bit of small talk as we watch ppl parade in the parade ground for the annaul sports day.then goin home and making those 'u cant hold me to that' type of promises abt not doin ur homework and mass bunks ,gettin home all tired writin ur blog which is read by one indivisual by the way u knw who u are ,with of course the prospect of losin ur only reader too  and then being tutored for and hour until the teacher leaves or gives up more often then not its gives up  comin bak to the comp remebering that hey life in cyberspace is jst as boring and realizing 'hey it isnt cyber space which is boring. its me."telling ur self "....if u are bored then u are boring" then eatig ur diner wishing against all hope that u cud imagine this karele ki sabzi  to be a steak but getin hit midway by the harsh reality that ur mind has no imaginative power left due to the mind numbing violence and the routine its fallen into.goin to bed tryin to sleep for  a while remembering sumthin ur friend told u today "i am an insominiacal dyslexic agonostic-i lay in bed all night and speculate whether there is a DOG' smilin tryin to think up sumthin original comin up with "the one hand that bleeds is more holier then the 2 that feed' knwing u have read it sumwhere in the past and then sayin to urself hey original thought wasnt a original concept anyway and fallin asleep thinkin abt how bad cud tommorow possible be and predicting whether it will be sunny or rainy and whether i had wasted this day the way i wanted to or was my heart not really into the wastin the today away and how i can do better tommorow