Slowing Down

Uncompleted!

Oh for the numerous abnobniminities, accountered for so exquisitely. For the false intentions of Jimmy bon Jensen incorporating ourselves into the equation instead of backsliding we find ourselves unsatisfied indefinitely and indubiously creating the slum of unfortune soon to be unfathomed by the generation rising against you:

and what does the right-click dictionary still have?

Cleanin up!

but it'll never be clean

Self

I've lost my identity, even for just a moment
we all do at times, but that's not the issue
I feel guilt, but that's not the issue either
Having nothing to do is the cause of the problem
nothing that leads to my self fulfillment
focusing on the little things of life only works for a season
I just wish it was that easy,
to be wanted, needed instead of handed around
dead weight, dead beat
when will I toil for the sake of humanity?