Yeah, may it be with you... you know, "The Force". Mine is surely not. Something is draining the very life force from me in more ways than one. It feels delicious, it feels miserable. By day's end I am spectacularly worn to a frazzle, short-circuited... In Love with a capital Hate. I'm sick of it all, and also I want seconds. What is it? Existence, fate, destino!!! It's deliciously, maliciously poisoned. Where we'll end up and what we know to be the truth may change from day-to-day. I'm gonna let it melt in my mouth, and savor the maniacal flavor.
Tired of being bored, rotting and preparing for death all around. Gonna stop worrying about it all and just lie back and stop swimming against the tide... just until I float way beyond oblivion (or go over the edge, whichever happens first). ;)