was i still talking about ash trays when you got here?

so i was there, at the steam ranch telling stories to the fourty year olds who forgot how to be alive and need me to remind them. i'm tired of reminding people to pay attention to the little things in life. i'm tired of reminding people to think for themselves. i'm tired of reminding people that punk is an attitude, not a sound. i'm tired of reminding people that it's okay that someone pulled out in front of you in the road, that twelve seconds longer it will take you to get where your going is not necessary time, i'm tired of reminding people that it's okay to sing in the car. i'm tired of reminding people that you can buy a book based on the cover but you better still read the damn thing! i'm tired of reminding people that fist fighting is not stupid, do we call talking shit about your best friends stupid ( ahem, women)? i'm tired of reminding people that the word "used" isn't negative. i'm tired of reminding people that even though i'm not eighty years old, i just might have something to say so shut the fuck up and listen every now and then. i'm tired of reminding people that even though i drag a dick around i might actually be a decent human being. i'm tired of reminding people that i might not. i'm tired of reminding people that just because you are female, doesn't mean i want to fuck you, so get over the flirty shit and let's have a coversation. i'm tired of remiding people to pay attention when someone else's lips move, words could be coming out. i'm tired of reminding people to remind people to remind people to remind people to remind people to remind people to remind people. thank you for you time.

2002-09-19 | 10:25 a.m.
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