Day-to-day thoughts and collected original sketches/skits, scripts and prose. Email me at schoolboyuk@gmail.com
Saturday, November 20, 2004
Hostettler mounting campaign to change the name of Interstate 69
Hostettler mounting campaign to change the name of Interstate 69 Only in America, dude, seriously.
Friday, November 19, 2004
We're a creature of three levels and they ruin our lives,
What we are, what we show and what we want in our lives,
We want to be seen as calm and true and happy souls,
But we're really insecure and lose sight of our goals
We ignore our selves at the cost of happiness,
The image of it's easier even if you're a mess,
In truth, we hate ev'ryone including ourselves,
But we never admit this, whoever delves
We're our own locusts,
Feasting on our own feast,
Burying our own lusts,
Trapping our own beast
The surface is a sham whoever you may be,
What's the point of "liking" a rich celebrity?,
We're all caked in lies and pretence like stage makeup,
We compress the real selves only crises rake up,
We're our own locusts,
Feasting on our own feast,
Burying our own lusts,
Trapping our own beast
We aim for popularity, success and love,
But then we sacrifice them in life's push and shove,
Preachers and mentors try to give them back to us,
But we all know what they're game is, they're after us
We're our own locusts,
Feasting on our own feast,
Burying our own lusts,
Trapping our own beast.
(c) Schoolboy 2004.
What we are, what we show and what we want in our lives,
We want to be seen as calm and true and happy souls,
But we're really insecure and lose sight of our goals
We ignore our selves at the cost of happiness,
The image of it's easier even if you're a mess,
In truth, we hate ev'ryone including ourselves,
But we never admit this, whoever delves
We're our own locusts,
Feasting on our own feast,
Burying our own lusts,
Trapping our own beast
The surface is a sham whoever you may be,
What's the point of "liking" a rich celebrity?,
We're all caked in lies and pretence like stage makeup,
We compress the real selves only crises rake up,
We're our own locusts,
Feasting on our own feast,
Burying our own lusts,
Trapping our own beast
We aim for popularity, success and love,
But then we sacrifice them in life's push and shove,
Preachers and mentors try to give them back to us,
But we all know what they're game is, they're after us
We're our own locusts,
Feasting on our own feast,
Burying our own lusts,
Trapping our own beast.
(c) Schoolboy 2004.
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