An excuse to die

I am waiting for my bladder to fill up, to provide an excuse for me to leave this cold area of the building for the warm area and go to the warm area which is where the toilets happen to be.

An excuse to die

the light to f&%#ing change...

motives to make themselves apparent

falling in love

a very nice life

pie

my love to come around

my goals to somehow be achieved on their own

nuttin

Drinking warm drinks to provide some inner warmth.

Working hard to acheive unimportant things and impress those who seem to care.

thinking about all my lost loves

listening to the metal bars or the railroad

creating an endless string of useless shacks

living a rich life

warming up the oven to just the perfect temperature for cooking the before mentioned pie

this

trying to be content

I'll continue without a purpose

I will feel an initially warm feeling in the area around my crutch.

I'll be left with no reason to continue but I won't have a choice.

then I'll run away to Barbados and join the circus as a fire-spewing clown master...

then i'll stop and melt and reform.

i will feel worthless and probably be an adulteress

stay rich

i'll cry "whhheeerrree's my piiiieeeee.......??" :'(

i will go to bed. a cold wintery bed.

I'll continue without a purpose