Really? You let the bastards get you down?
Who are you?
Do you know not know the lyrics to the Biggie songs?
Do you know not kick sweet dance moves in the middle of the parking lot, even when the guy in the Jetta is looking?
Do you not run more? Exercise more? Eat better?
Do you not realize just because the people in the office get away with it and cause hell for you, you'll win in the end?
Does it take getting really, really angry for no reason and screaming "WHAT THE FUCK?" out your window and poor innocent saps in front of you to realize you need to chill the eff out?
Do you not sing?
Do you not laugh inside your head all freaking day long?
Do you not love?
Will you not get the girl in the end?
Oh. Wait. You're not lovable? Really?
(OK. Don't let it go to your head).
Do you not deserve happiness?
To smile and mean it?
To tolerate and learn?
Are you not alive?
Who were you when you were 4 years old?
Who are you now?
Have you not danced the Macarena?
Don't you know the real names of all four Spice Girls?
Are you not better than that?
Do you not wish to make a difference?
What are you afraid of?
You've f*cked up, right?
So?
Does the job define you? What about the one you didn't get?
Do you not believe everything happens for a reason?
Look. What are you using to type?
Is life not trials and tribulations and war-torn cliches?
Life is all a bunch of nothing, is it? Really? Is it?
Will you not survive?
Don't you always?
Don't we all?
2 comments:
Do you know you have a piece of dog shit under your left eye, or is that my screen?
nice questions :) and weeds is a cool show :)
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