DISSECTING THE PRE-CENTRAL GYRUS

Murderman

 I'm not a bad person.

Au contraire, mon dieu, I feel I'm too nice sometimes. But my job requires that I be "not too nice" most of the time, or else we'd be losing money. I'd be way better off saying I'm a bad person, but reflecting back on my all-too-short life, I haven't really done anything in the magnitude of  Adolph Eichmann or Usama bin Laden. Not even Doctor Evil-ly evil. Heck, not even Mini-Me evil. Well, I did torture several mice a few months back, but it was payback for them shitting on my food. Besides, is food revenge really evil-ly enough?

I think I suck at being mean. Even though I'm scowling most of the time, this usually means I'm engrossed in thought or balancing an account mentally.

Anyway, the whole point of this stupid entry is to see what traits would I have if I made a character in The Sims 3 based on myself. If I was being realistic, the following would be my traits:

Loser

Slob

Mooch

Unlucky

Loner

...Dear God. I'm a poster child for depressed persons everywhere!

Murderman

Nothing seems to kill me no matter how hard I try
Nothing is closing my eyes
Nothing can beat me down for your pain or delight

And nothing seems to break me no matter how hard I fall

Nothing can break me at all
Not one for giving up though not invincible

I know

I've given everything I need
I'd give you everything I own
I'd give in if it could at least be ours alone
I've given everything I could
To blow it to hell and gone
Burrow down in and
Blow up the outside world

Someone tried to tell me something
Dont let the world get you down
Nothing will do me in before I do myself
So save it for your own and the ones you can help

Want to make it understood
Wanting though I never would
Trying though I know its wrong
Blowing it to hell and gone
Wishing though I never could
Blow up the outside world

... Are you listening?

Murderman

Something has to change.
Un-deniable dilemma.
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimulation numbs me
But I wouldn't want you
Any other way.

Just, not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change
Tired moments into pleasure.
Say the word and we'll be
Well upon our way.

Blend and balance
Pain and comfort
Deep within you
Till you will not want me any other way.

But, it's not enough.
I need more.
Nothing seems to satisfy.
I said, I don't want it.
I just need it.
To breathe, to feel, to know I'm alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.
This may hurt a little but it's something you'll get used to.
Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about
the way that things have come to be.
Desensitized to everything.
What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me
If I really don't feel anything at all?

I'll keep digging till,
I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.
Show me that you love me and that we belong together.
Shoulder deep within the borderline.
Relax. Turn around and take my hand.

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Murderman

Here's some "Good Advice":

Before boarding an international or local flight, take time out to watch National Geographic Channel's Air Crash Investigation, which airs weekly on tuesdays, I think.

Oh, what horror!!!

...Makes you think twice about getting on that old-as-dirt Fokker propeller airplane and getting seated near the tail, doesn't it? They seat the "old, infirm and essentially disposable" people nearest the tail end - it's one of the portions of the plane that get destroyed first.

~

I'm never flying on an airplane again.

Murderman

Damn my serotonin levels. I feel really "bleh" as I type this. I don't think it was the drinking binge last night - I woke up with nary a hangover. Even some servings of chocolate didn't do me any good, although those managed to give my mother a headache. I should probably give myself a coffee enema just to up my mood, or listen to Drowning Pool's "Bodies" to put me in that "aggressive killing frenzy" state of mind but why bother?

Which reminds me - "Why do I keep hitting myself in the head with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop".

Ha ha. I'm so funny I kill myself.

~

On a more "somber" note, where have all the witty people in Tabulas gone to? I used to love writing here partly because I enjoy commenting on some of the blogs I read, and reading other people's reactions to those comments. But lately there has been very little activity on my friends' pages that's worth commenting about (Yeah, I know I can be rude and condescending most of the time, but that's beside the point).

Maybe it's high time to switch blog sites?