Eulogy for my Fender

Car,
how can you ever forgive me for what I have done to you?
I have many excuses;
I'm tired,
sick,
in a hurry to get home from work...
but nothing can excuse my lack of attention.
I should have looked
I shouldn't have turned so fast out of the parking spot.
Now, pieces of you are lying on the ground.
The front
driver side
wheel panel
is destroyed.
What was once shiny and beautiful
is now dented and shattered.
I hope the measly amount of money I make at the mall
will be enough to fix you.
If it's any consolation,
I am so distraught over what I have done to you,
my car,
who has never failed me or let me down,
that I completely forgot,
to look at my paycheck.

so angry right now
some people know why
floppydonkey, robin, paul...

[inlink]paul,1004[/inlink]

it's probably still there because no one wanted to buy it

I'm trying to decide if I should bother going to work tomorrow. If I skip tomorrow, then today will be my last day. I really hate waking up at 7, and I know I will have to start doing it again in a few weeks. One extra day of sleeping longer would be nice. And I don't really do much at that job anyway, plus the kids give me a headache. I think I will talk to my sueprvisor and make sure that he really doesn't care if I finish up today. I'm not lazy, just worn out. I think there's a big difference. I need a rest. I haven't gotten one since January.

Jesus said " Lay down your arms, Jesus said "Children come home"

I saw the best minds of my generation running on empty, Superglued to the T.V.,

Dreaming of prosperity, Talking incessantly, Saying nothing

Sleeping on platforms at train stations, Sipping chemical cocktails,

Alive to the Universe, Dead to the World.

Hallucinating delusions of media reality in Camden Town, Desperate in the pursuit of cool

He's in a suit, she's in a straight jacket, 7-11 nightmares at 3am and the moon is quiet and holy.

Watch all the bridges collide, Well I think we might have to lay low, for a while

I saw the best minds of my generation caught up in the virtual reality of living

Memorizing pin numbers and secret codes,

Swaying robotically to non-existant rhythms, Flashing memberships to clubs so exclusive nobody belongs,

Jesus said " Lay down your arms" Jesus said "Children come home"

Scared shitless, witless, clueless, useless, tightlipped, tightfisted,tightassed, half-assed

Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning Sniveling, groveling, moaning, groaning sniveling, groveling, sniveling, groveling

The city's all wrapped up in plastic like an electronic cocoon.

If you lay in the street you can hear it humming, Building up slowly from underground

If you close your eyes you can observe the blueprint The man-made dna that spirals breathlessly out of control,

As synapses collapse, bridges snap, into a restless utopia, Nutopia

Now the rain has arrived and I think we might have to lay low

Watch all the bridges collide and I think we might have to lay low.