I don't know why I continue.

The thing is that it isn't failure, it just the way life is. Let go of some of the bullshit that you count on and think about exactly what you're doing. Fuck all those little mushrooms, and even more so the small feline monkeys who try to steal them from you. Let this thing out of the cage and ride it like a turkey with its head recently severed from the rest of it's body. Eat the purple sauce, it's probably not what you think it is, but hey it is vegetarian so we need not to worry about the risks we take with not cooking it. But we never loved anything like that before anyway, it was all desperation. We make constant attempts to love, but as humans it the closest thing in our lives that will ever approach perfection, do you really think we can make that the first time around? Butterflies are all that tasty goodness we were always told about, but it's not like we can actually let our teeth feel the tear of their beautiful wings. It would cause insanity and even worse it would tell us who we were. But for now it doesn't matter, our cups fill themselves with hate, greed, and power. We are humans and we will be the end of ourselves. We hope for the best and we are sad when we get the worse. Just sing a few more songs, someone might appreciate them, but really it's nothing more then an annoying ring tone, set for someone who you really don't want to talk to. Let the cowboy take a look at what you really have to say. sometimes I wonder about the stars, this is something that proves we are mortal.