When you really think about it. It's even worse than you imagined.

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You thought it couldn't get worse.

I have just been contemplating my life and heres how it goes.

You have to work in some shitty job you detest to pay for the privilege of survival, i.e, heat, light, food.

When all the bills are paid you have a little money to spend on luxuries.

The luxuries amount to chemicals that try and alleviate the shitty life you lead i.e, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs or whatever does it for you.

The only sane answer is..

Well what do you think?

I was never brilliant at equations but this one appears pretty obvious.
 
> You thought it couldn't get worse.

> I have just been contemplating my life and heres how it goes.

> You have to work in some shitty job you detest to pay for the privilege of
> survival, i.e, heat, light, food.

> When all the bills are paid you have a little money to spend on luxuries.

> The luxuries amount to chemicals that try and alleviate the shitty life
> you lead i.e, alcohol, cigarettes, drugs or whatever does it for you.

> The only sane answer is..

> Well what do you think?

> I was never brilliant at equations but this one appears pretty obvious.

Perfectly obvious.

Flawed, "Take me with you...I don't care where you're going..."
 
> Perfectly obvious.

> Flawed, "Take me with you...I don't care where you're going..."

You will most certainly be the first to know Codreanu.
I feel pretty low tonight.
I shall however keep you fully informed of the "plan of action"
Maybe I have missed out too many effrenol, or whatever the manufacturers name for venlofaxine is.

Maybe they were doing some good, although the side effects were so atrocious.

I'll speak to the Doctor about it.
I have to go on Monday to have my blood pressure checked.
 
> You will most certainly be the first to know Codreanu.
> I feel pretty low tonight.
> I shall however keep you fully informed of the "plan of action"
> Maybe I have missed out too many effrenol, or whatever the manufacturers
> name for venlofaxine is.

> Maybe they were doing some good, although the side effects were so
> atrocious.

> I'll speak to the Doctor about it.
> I have to go on Monday to have my blood pressure checked.

Oh God, that sounds like a conversation with the Samaritans.
Sorry about that.

Should really have made a joke about everything.
Sometimes however, it just REALLY isn't funny anymore.

Life goes on though.
For now.
 
> Should really have made a joke about everything.
> Sometimes however, it just REALLY isn't funny anymore.

I know. You most certainly will not hear me laughing.
 
> I know. You most certainly will not hear me laughing.

Isn't the mind the strangest place?
You can make light of things when really, you feel like shit inside.
You pretend constantly.
The tears of a clown about sums it up really.
Smokey Robinson I know, but..

Who was it?
You know more of opera than me.
Puccini?
Forgive the spelling, if required.
 
> Isn't the mind the strangest place?
> You can make light of things when really, you feel like shit inside.
> You pretend constantly.
> The tears of a clown about sums it up really.
> Smokey Robinson I know, but..

> Who was it?
> You know more of opera than me.
> Puccini?
> Forgive the spelling, if required.

Malcolm Middleton?

CRAPPO THE CLOWN

Made a wrong move, baby, at the wrong time.
Made a wrong move, I'm gonna pay for my crime.
Two people left in my world.
One of them's a dick, can you guess who it is?
Can you win a prize?
A magnificent holiday for one in a place with no sun.
Hello, I'm your rep, and if there's anything I can do
I'll do it wrong well.
I'll f*** it up.
I can guarantee a bad time and yes I can promise tears.
I can destroy hope.
Made a wrong move, baby, at the wrong time.
Made a wrong move, I'm gonna pay for my crime.
Two people left in my world.
One of them's a winner, can you guess who it is?
You always made me feel like I've won first prize,
And don't you deserve better than this clown?
This Crappo the Clown or whatever he calls himself.
He's living in another time and he can't even socialise
And he always destroys jokes.
Made a wrong move, baby, at the wrong time.
Made a wrong move, I'm gonna pay for my crime.
 
> Isn't the mind the strangest place?
> You can make light of things when really, you feel like shit inside.
> You pretend constantly.
> The tears of a clown about sums it up really.
> Smokey Robinson I know, but..

> Who was it?
> You know more of opera than me.
> Puccini?
> Forgive the spelling, if required.

Leoncavallo's 'Pagliacci'.
 
> Malcolm Middleton?

> CRAPPO THE CLOWN

> Made a wrong move, baby, at the wrong time.
> Made a wrong move, I'm gonna pay for my crime.
> Two people left in my world.
> One of them's a dick, can you guess who it is?
> Can you win a prize?
> A magnificent holiday for one in a place with no sun.
> Hello, I'm your rep, and if there's anything I can do
> I'll do it wrong well.
> I'll f*** it up.
> I can guarantee a bad time and yes I can promise tears.
> I can destroy hope.
> Made a wrong move, baby, at the wrong time.
> Made a wrong move, I'm gonna pay for my crime.
> Two people left in my world.
> One of them's a winner, can you guess who it is?
> You always made me feel like I've won first prize,
> And don't you deserve better than this clown?
> This Crappo the Clown or whatever he calls himself.
> He's living in another time and he can't even socialise
> And he always destroys jokes.
> Made a wrong move, baby, at the wrong time.
> Made a wrong move, I'm gonna pay for my crime.

That rings bells in my head.
Why should that be?
Is there a tune missing that I can't hear?
If I heard the music, I'd know the song.
Sorry for the disjointed writing but I haven't slept all night, well it is in fact day here now. 6.10 am.
 
> That rings bells in my head.
> Why should that be?
> Is there a tune missing that I can't hear?
> If I heard the music, I'd know the song.
> Sorry for the disjointed writing but I haven't slept all night, well it is
> in fact day here now. 6.10 am.

He is the musical moiety of the band 'Arab Strap'. Middleton released a brillant solo album a couple of years ago titled "5:14 FLUOXYTINE SEAGULL ALCOHOL JOHN NICOTINE."

More lyrics...

SPEED ON THE M9
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna get caught by the police for company.
And I try to pick up the phone but when it's me nobody's home.
Look at my face, check my eyes; they're getting dark with all these lies.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna crash my car into company.
I need to go to the hospital, I can't look after myself at all.
Forget to eat, forget to drink. I'm not lazy, I just don't think.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna get into a fight for the company.
You hit me then I'll know that I'm here, no one seems to remember I'm here.
No one cares, and in the end, it's times like these you realise your friends.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
I'm so lonely, I'm gonna go out with a slut who'll hold me.
I need to feel like I'm red hot, I don't care what she's got.
I want to touch, I need to be held, not for long just 'til I rebuild my shell.
I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.

THE KING OF BRING

I'm halfway between useless and potential.
I'm all the way travelled from hope.
There's no one leading me down this road.
All the wrong turns have been my own.
Did you know that I'm telepathetic?
When I walk in the room, I know.
All eyes turn towards me, everyone wants me to go.
I'm only happy when I'm sad and my good times are all bad.
And my best years have all left me along with you.
When I'm up, I'm still down, and my smile is my frown.
I'm a clown, I'm still falling away from you.
My hallway is fraught with dangers, it's peopled by memories and ghosts.
An apparition sits on my laundry, laughing and eating my toast.
I don't lock the door at night anymore, I've no one to keep safe.
Pancakes gone, kissing gone, along with the smile on my face.
I'm only happy when I'm sad and my good times are all bad.
And my best years have all left me along with you.
When I'm up, I'm still down, and my smile is my frown.
I'm a clown, I'm still falling away from you.
I regret all my regrets.
I forget I forget.
I forget all my regrets.
I regret all I forget.
I'm just like a bad actor falling, falling in love with you.
You know I'd do anything for you, what do you want me to do?
I've burnt all my bridges and I'm stranded, I'm joking on my own.
I'm wider than the Atlantic, the distance between us grows.
I'm only happy when I'm sad and my good times are all bad.
And my best years have all left me along with you.
When I'm up, I'm still down, and my smile is my frown.
I'm a clown, I'm still falling away from you.

DEVIL AND THE ANGEL
Last night when I was sleeping a devil came to me.
She said "Malcolm... Malcolm... your soul belongs to me.
And you'll never amount to anything, you'll never achieve anything, You'll never be good at anything... and your songs are shite."
This morning I woke up sweating coz i knew that she was right.
I'm dishonest and dirty, I just don't have a life.
And I'll never amount to anything, I'll never achieve anything, I'll never be good at anything... and my songs are shite.
Last night when I was sleeping an angel came to me.
She said "Malcky... Malcky... salvation lies with me.
Because you can amount to something, you can achieve anything, You can be good at something... and your songs are alright"
This morning I woke up shaking coz I knew I had to choose a path.
It's the devil or the angel, there's only one way for me.
Coz I'll never amount to anything, I'll never achieve anything, I'll never be good at anything and I'll never amount to anything.
I'll never achieve anything, I'll never be good at anything... And my songs are pish.
 
> That rings bells in my head.
> Why should that be?
> Is there a tune missing that I can't hear?
> If I heard the music, I'd know the song.
> Sorry for the disjointed writing but I haven't slept all night, well it is
> in fact day here now. 6.10 am.

Flawed, You have mail! I hope you have 5.4 MB available.
 
>He is very good isn't he.
Speeding on the M9 reminded me of myself in parts.
Is he British or American?
He is obviously on some form of anti-depressant.

If he is American, which I suspect he is.
Do you have roads beginning with M...I never thought so.
Thought they were all highway this that and the other.
Or, route 66 etc...

He is the musical moiety of the band 'Arab Strap'. Middleton released a
> brillant solo album a couple of years ago titled "5:14 FLUOXYTINE
> SEAGULL ALCOHOL JOHN NICOTINE."

> More lyrics...

> SPEED ON THE M9
> I'm so lonely, I'm gonna get caught by the police for company.
> And I try to pick up the phone but when it's me nobody's home.
> Look at my face, check my eyes; they're getting dark with all these lies.
> I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
> I'm so lonely, I'm gonna crash my car into company.
> I need to go to the hospital, I can't look after myself at all.
> Forget to eat, forget to drink. I'm not lazy, I just don't think.
> I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
> I'm so lonely, I'm gonna get into a fight for the company.
> You hit me then I'll know that I'm here, no one seems to remember I'm
> here.
> No one cares, and in the end, it's times like these you realise your
> friends.
> I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.
> I'm so lonely, I'm gonna go out with a slut who'll hold me.
> I need to feel like I'm red hot, I don't care what she's got.
> I want to touch, I need to be held, not for long just 'til I rebuild my
> shell.
> I'm running out of time, I'm gonna speed on the M9.

> THE KING OF BRING

> I'm halfway between useless and potential.
> I'm all the way travelled from hope.
> There's no one leading me down this road.
> All the wrong turns have been my own.
> Did you know that I'm telepathetic?
> When I walk in the room, I know.
> All eyes turn towards me, everyone wants me to go.
> I'm only happy when I'm sad and my good times are all bad.
> And my best years have all left me along with you.
> When I'm up, I'm still down, and my smile is my frown.
> I'm a clown, I'm still falling away from you.
> My hallway is fraught with dangers, it's peopled by memories and ghosts.
> An apparition sits on my laundry, laughing and eating my toast.
> I don't lock the door at night anymore, I've no one to keep safe.
> Pancakes gone, kissing gone, along with the smile on my face.
> I'm only happy when I'm sad and my good times are all bad.
> And my best years have all left me along with you.
> When I'm up, I'm still down, and my smile is my frown.
> I'm a clown, I'm still falling away from you.
> I regret all my regrets.
> I forget I forget.
> I forget all my regrets.
> I regret all I forget.
> I'm just like a bad actor falling, falling in love with you.
> You know I'd do anything for you, what do you want me to do?
> I've burnt all my bridges and I'm stranded, I'm joking on my own.
> I'm wider than the Atlantic, the distance between us grows.
> I'm only happy when I'm sad and my good times are all bad.
> And my best years have all left me along with you.
> When I'm up, I'm still down, and my smile is my frown.
> I'm a clown, I'm still falling away from you.

> DEVIL AND THE ANGEL
> Last night when I was sleeping a devil came to me.
> She said "Malcolm... Malcolm... your soul belongs to me.
> And you'll never amount to anything, you'll never achieve anything, You'll
> never be good at anything... and your songs are shite."
> This morning I woke up sweating coz i knew that she was right.
> I'm dishonest and dirty, I just don't have a life.
> And I'll never amount to anything, I'll never achieve anything, I'll never
> be good at anything... and my songs are shite.
> Last night when I was sleeping an angel came to me.
> She said "Malcky... Malcky... salvation lies with me.
> Because you can amount to something, you can achieve anything, You can be
> good at something... and your songs are alright"
> This morning I woke up shaking coz I knew I had to choose a path.
> It's the devil or the angel, there's only one way for me.
> Coz I'll never amount to anything, I'll never achieve anything, I'll never
> be good at anything and I'll never amount to anything.
> I'll never achieve anything, I'll never be good at anything... And my
> songs are pish.
 
> Speeding on the M9 reminded me of myself in parts.
> Is he British or American?
> He is obviously on some form of anti-depressant.

Scottish.
 
> Flawed, You have mail! I hope you have 5.4 MB available.

Yes got it Codreanu.

Thank you.
 
> You thought it couldn't get worse.

http://www.gaydar.co.uk/easy_to_get
 
best not to really think about it. Let alone write it. You neverknow whose reading
 

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