Today's filler post is brought to you by something my friends an' I want to tryout in San Diego's Gaslamp District.
As more and more people find themselves aware of papercuts this weekend, I hope that the holiday season finds itself treating you well.

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I'm not the greatest
I'm not part of that list
Why does my life always try to make me believe this ish?
I'll just ignore all the nay-sayers and all of life's negatives
Focus on the narratives, avoid yelling out too many expletives
Tell myself to stop thinking that my life is irrelevant
Because it's relevant

To hell with this

The name change to Calamity, was that done on purpose?
Your name used to mean something now I find that it's worthless
I know that it was subtle over this passing of time
For far too long you've been messing with my mind
With some undermined
Unrefined
Intertwined
Seemingly baseless showing of emotions left behind
That can make a man feel like he's flying blind
Yours is the type that's always mine mine mine
Kinda hard for our hearts to align
Especially when you have me focusing all my energies to build you a shrine

Moving on

There's no point wasting more time on this
When there are other reasons that the pains in my heart still exist
Lives taken early before they've even hit their prime
I can only tell myself that they heard the chimes
Of Heaven's bells
Calling back some of their angels from Earth
Their lives had worth
From every smile that was created from the day of their birth
To the the dearth of tears that hit the ground when they go under the dirt
The pain is real enough to cause one disconcert
I will be here holding on to that hurt
At least until we can all assert...

That every life has value and shouldn't be taken for granted
But if you do find yourself as one of the disenchanted
From the daily struggles of life's give & take
Than for goodness or whatever you believe in's sake
Just go ahead and throw away your life
Just don't do it in a way that can cause others strife
Make us perpetuate
Towards this cycle of hate
To a guy whose prison sentence doesn't seem long enough
To another that shot himself because he thought his life was too rough

Fuck you

Taking the easy way out
I can sit here thinking that without a doubt
As a three year old's fears fill the room with cries
That you couldn't look directly into your daughter's eyes
Man up an' try to explain to her why
You wrapped your hands around your wife's neck too tight
Sent into a coma a life that was bright
Eventually she ended up losing the fight
Month's later still nothing seems right

And you
Yes you
The guy that shot himself
You think you aren't the only with too much crap on the shelf?
Disease, hunger, foreclosures, unemployment
You think that you're the only one lacking in enjoyment?
Well you're definitely not, you made sure of that
With a selfish act
That outright went and attacked
Our sensibilities of what's right with this world

Goddamn

But what can we do now except keep our heads held high?
Use our legs to keep walking forward on the path that's right
Remind ourselves that it's okay to cry
And with time everything turns out alright

Good things happen to good people
Eventually I'll be right

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Woke up in a writing mood.
This is what poured out.
Kinda covers most of the past few months for me.

In theory, I'll switch back to lighter pieces in the near future.

I once had boxer briefs that were damp like like teenybopper's panties at a Justin Bieber concert.
Essentially, the dryers at this apartment complex are horrible.

Been meaning to post more content here.
Just found myself dealing with a fever an' general stress.
I've learned I don't put up ideal posts when I'm in grumpy pants mode.

I did take full advantage of the fever however an' put together some interesting work.
Horton Hears a Hoohah.
If only I had access to a scanner again.