Okay, I'm still alive. Barely breathing, but the ole ticker is still creating some kind of strange hip hop sort of rhythm. (music, hopefully soon, will illustrate this). I work seven days a week and I'm desperate for a break. I finished rubbing Pain Relieving cream all over my neck five minutes ago, so I temporarily feel better. Now, after posting my blog, I need to squeeze in a meditation session for mmmm at least 30 seconds.
Whatever Doesn’t Kill Ya!
Whatever doesn’t kill ya
Will make you stronger
Hmmmmm
Maybe I don’t want to be stronger
Maybe I like the strength I am
Stronger how?
Smelling?
Muscle wise?
Problem solving wise?
Character wise? (this is probably what “they” mean)
Blah!
I wanna lay in bed
For at least a week
I don’t wanna be stronger
I wanna be weak
I wanna read my girrly magazines
And watch my favorite movies
I wanna bring some joy back into my life
Instead of proving if this age old phrase is right
Whatever doesn’t kill ya
Will make you stronger
Screw that
I think I'll take the easy way out
And live a little longer
Copyright 2010 - LAM
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