Rush on Seven Darn Episodes

i realized today that the worst existence ever is to be a bubblegum. I mean, come on… what kind of life could you call it - spending most of its time getting chewed by a mouth, then lyin around the road waiting for a foot (such as mine) so that it can be stepped on. It is a curse by itself.

Really. I have nothing against it, no grudge whatsoever until it chose to try my patience this morning. Before I knew it, one despicable gum was snugly wedged between my sole and the pavement. What to do when you can’t pull the trick of ha!-look-Ma-no-hands! ? This particular gum we are talking about was so tender and sticky that attempts to pry it away resulted into a bunch of yarn criss-crossing my Puma, the pavement and my fingers. boy, did it like me so much.

I have heard somewhere that I shouldn’t worry about what people think of me because they are busy worrying what I think of them. But right at that moment, people stopped bein busy and simply glared at me.

so before any of you mates start gettin the idea that I am impossible, picking a quarrel with a stupid gum - calling it names - you try steppin into a willing one, and judge me.

hehe.

how could one lose his sense of humor and not know it because in the first place you’re not here to fool around with?
and how can you smile like that in the photograph and not expect me to think about the bees and how your lips would taste when…

(sigh)

this is a tale of a boy called Leon who I think is in love and so now he’ll be damned
……….

To do:

an appointment with the shrink (anger management)