Most People Live Lives of Quiet Desperation...How About You?

Are You Quietly Desperate?

  • I'm happy

    Votes: 82 43.9%
  • Meh, things are OK I guess

    Votes: 59 31.6%
  • Don't tell anybody but I'm a little desperate

    Votes: 16 8.6%
  • I'm FINE. No actually I'm desperate

    Votes: 20 10.7%
  • Get out of my face or I will end you

    Votes: 10 5.3%

  • Total voters
    187
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb (selection not on the list)

Enjoy,
Rich P
 
It seems to me that I use the solidity of the past to erase my future.
gotta work on that.

Like Bill Hicks said, "It's just a ride."
 
The beast behind our eyes is loose,
The day has come, the day has come,
We march to Armageddon, hungry for the war
I see the hated enemy, I see what I was taught to see

And one of us will bend the knee
We understand the law

The blood lust jerks our legs to march,
Fife and drum, fife and drum
Our eyes are fixed and fearless
Searching for the war
Our statesmen deal in blood and lies
100 million stifled cries, 100 million wasted lives
Already gone before

So March or Die, March or Die
The stench of death is in the sky
We never fail to satisfy
We rend with tooth and claw

Sword and shield and jackboot heel
We love to kill, we love to kill
We love to taste our own blood
Squirm in our own gore

Children weep and widows wail,
Our education systems fail,
To hide our guilt we build more jails,
and we shall build still more
Our forests die, the stranglehold
That we put on the earth for gold
Will yet increase ten thousand fold
And no one knows what for

March and die, March and die
Defecate, despoil and lie
Cheat, dissemble, preach & spy
Build your house of straw

Laugh and cry, laugh and cry
Bloody sunset drowns the sky
For earth the heal then we must die
No-one deserves it more

I tell you we are doomed my friends
Our time is come, our time is come
We live within a charnel house
Rotten to the core
We glorify lust, greed & pain
We drown our hope in poison rain
We point the finger, shift the blame
Ambition makes us whores

March or croak, march or croak
All your lives a cosmic joke
Fill your days with piss and smoke
The wolf waits at your door

Burn and dance, burn and dance
Sex, death, torture, false romance
Whoop and howl, you have no chance
Burn & rise no more




So yeah oozing happiness. :)
 
"People don't become better when they're dead; you just talk about them as if they are. But it's not true! People are still assholes, they're just dead assholes!"
Lemmy Kilmister
 
I am happy, I am a pig and I woke up this morning. No one tried to BBQ me yesterday, so its all good.

Bu this thread logos like the perfect place for a few pic of Pig-Topia! It easy to see why pig are happy.

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I get along with my wife after 35 years of marriage, the mortgage is paid off so I have more than enough money to support my cheap-ass lifestyle, and at 62 I have the luxury of knowing that if the idiots in management make work completely unbearable, I can tell them to stuff it and claim Social Security. Life is pretty good.
 
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