Now I'm not really fussed on what you believe. Just..what is the purpose of life? Why are you living and why do you wake up every day. I'll share mine...later. But for now, what do you think is the purpose of life?
Hi, I'm Eric. That's the truth. The rest of what I am going to say is a blatant lie so you are welcome to skip this part. I live in a glass house with an amnesiac who has sardines packt in a crushd tin box in the gloaming. I have a rather interesing iron lung with bends all over it. I guess I'm lucky. Or stuck in limbo. I have been up in the clouds where I end and you begin. I have met the Paranoid Android and the Subterranean Homesick Alien before. I have sailed to the moon where I had to sit down and stand up. I have also seen the fake plastic trees where a creep is saying "Stop whispering!" (he shouldn't talk) I have to say my least favorite place is Room 101 where some lucky guy from the karma police is telling me two plus two equals five. I was building a lovely little house of cards when a wolf came at the door on videotape.
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