Lincoln Parka and Evernevernescence- The sinister motives of these groups affects the way our youth work. I found another song, since "Lets get it started in heaaar"
When they wrote this song I think they had this blog/your profiles in mind, so like you I will select another set of lyrics from a song and hope you read every word:
"Nobody's Listening
By Lincoln Parka
Peep the style and the kids checking for it
the number one question is how could you ignore it
we drop right back in the cut over basement tracks with raps
that got you backing this up like [rewind that]
we're just rolling with the rhythm rise
from the ashes of stylistic divisionwith these non-stop lyrics
of life livingnot to be forgotten but still unforgiven
but in the meantime there are those who wannatalk this and that "
ok I cannot stomach anymore.......the pain.....
To another age old question, "Wake me up inside," even though the question mark isnt present, I propose the following, equally metrosexual, overly sensitive devices for life and workplace happiness. With this device, people will want to listen to your problems....the girl who is too popular, the wrong hair gell, the overabundance of masculine hygiene products, the wrong high-end SUV, the steady job, the out of place ghetto language....not only will you be woken up inside, but people will listen to you in a specific period of time, like the fifteen minute time limit for writing this:
The Daily Affirmation: This is no Stuart Smoley. **Added in Marquee Purple for effect
Idea: A group of grown, de-masculated men, of varied heights, builds, intelligences, shampoos, hairstyles, overly tight clothing, possibly one short, unnoticeable and much maligned female, gather to hold hands in a circle, gently swaying their sweaty hands together in and out of the circle, to emote each others' similar ethnic, racial, and sexual problems and malfunctions, possibly read some poetry about pain or hurt or the warnings from nearby boxes, spray bottles, etc., to show off vocabulary selected from military or political topics and show the relation between said hurt, pain, and warnings with words like "coalition of the spray bottles full of degreaser teardrops of my sorrow" or "vicariously" feel the pain of the gum away on your skin, or to further take time out of work, already shortened because of workplace restrictions, high wages, some horrible, whiny, and oddly shaped workers, and the routine cutting off of ears, to say in the following format:
Each member:
"Guys......(count to three slowly...1...2...3..)......Wow......It has been......."
Each response should be followed with three meaningful and happy glances to at least three other members in the circle, because one cannot (yet) smile at themself with the world of hurt in their hearts, unless one person joining is not liked, in which case a half smile, a firm slap to the back of the head by each other member, or making a smirk, will suffice. Group may sing, if they deem it neccessary to the spirit of a participant, in which case selections should be made from:
Elton John
Lincoln Parka
Boy George
Evernevernescense
"Afternoon Delight"
April Ravine
Lindsey Rohan
After the Affirmation (usually lasts at least two hours), members will be tired and simply quit. But there is the possibility that the members will be "woken up inside" and that at minimum people will give the impression of everybody listening.
*****This technique creates a happier person, Nine times out of a hundred percent
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About me and why you should convert towards my ways:
A guiding rant:
Chalked up to arrogance or simple brilliance, I have decided to post a little of your output, from some of my most devoted friends/followers and tards. I, personally, offer their poems and output, since responses to this blog are only open to those best qualified to answer these questions, (ok, Ill admit it, a "blog" isnt an open web discussion forum, it's a discussion group for qualified members on a specific topic, e.g. computers, economics, politics... etc., which is precisely why I chose a blog and not a journal, because frankly I dont want to share my personal life on the internet, and I dont really care what you have to say or think about it, except you Pooky...wink wink), and since registering would mean that you are qualified to talk about the boring, and useless stuff on the internet, like this rant, I feel it is best not to make an example of yourself and be the first one to copy this blog or post here, as few or none have, thereby showing your own stupidity, lack of creativity, lack of understanding of what I have been saying, and ability to waste our time with negative internet consumption, for to join and/or comment would mean we would be laughing at you, instead of me simply doing the pointing and the laughing. And then nobody wins, ok?
Forget all that, because based on my research and your responses, your mind cannot handle large paragraphs, (if you have gotten here or read this extra addition, typical of what I put on this blog) you probably missed some key point or aspect, for your mind tends to skip long things, unfamiliar or big words, commas (which, you, and me, seem to add, but do not understand, how much, they, confuse the sentence,) or gravitates towards colors (that are shiny). But I digress, Here is my blog and here is a living and breathing example of the stupidity out there today.
Good luck at the pictures, I'm watching you and laughing everytime you click.
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