I'm sorry Sometimes you just have to vent. To get things that are stuck in your mind like a thorn in your foot that you stepped on while getting your mail on some random Tuesday. Just going along having an average day... then suddenly you are on a totally different trajectory and it is not fun. I'm 65 years old now... it sounds absurd for me to say that. I wake up in the morning, open my eyes, hear the wind chimes, and feel like I am 30 or so. Then I move... and I feel 50. I get out of bed, and suddenly my mind catches up with reality. I simply do not like reality. A video popped up on YouTube... some guy in a futuristic world found a giant slave girl who was doomed because nobody wanted her... she was 9 feet tall! She was purple. She had flowing hair and a face that would make your heart melt. And of course, things worked out, he saved her, and they ended up together. I want a 9-foot alien woman with purple skin who thinks I'm great and looks like a goddess. Reality sucks. It really does. I don't get a 9-foot incredible, snugly, **hot**, alien lover... nope. Just another day at work and an evening alone. Damn. What is my point? I don't know. I want to wake up feeling like I'm 30. Roll out of bed, and have that old energy... not be in pain... and have someone who loves me. Even if she isn't a 9-foot tall purple alien woman with a great ass, breast for days, and a face that melts my damned lonely heart. Hummm Who am I kidding... that's what I want. Or... maybe... An android who loves me and cares for me... I've written enough songs about that... Android companion... no drama... no fuss... just a calm and enjoyable life. I don't need to be rich... I really don't care about money... As long as my bills are paid, I have what I need, I'm ok. Why can't it be like that? Eh? Yeah... reality... it needs work. I want my damned 9-foot tall purple alien woman with the incredible body and eyes I could melt into. And "snuggle" all night... keeping the neighbors awake... Sigh.
