ACTING 101

i had an acting coach at Cal who would instruct us that there was bad acting, but never bad motivations for acting. in other words, every actor before he speaks and motions has in his mind the motivation for what he is about to do and say, that motivation could never be too big, too over-the-top...so, the actor REALLY REALLY REALLY hates his mother as he's about to rant against her on stage, he wants SO MUCH to explain to her how she's ruined his life, all of that chaos and commotion is bubbling up in his head, there is no such thing as too much rage, too much feeling, that motivation cannot be limited, it spreads as far as one's imagination allows.

now whether or not that frenzy in the actor's mind will translate into what he actually says, the volume at which he spews his logic on stage, the hand-wringing and deliberate throwing-up of the hands he does as he talks to his poor mother, is another matter. many times what is actually witnessed on stage by the audience is not what the actor was intending, what the actor saw play out in his mind from all of that brain activity beforehand.

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my getaway question to you before the weekend: are these two fine ladies just bad actors or what? what's the backstory here? it seems that maybe they were just doing this for a Colonial Penn paycheck, or...? i mean, not to get racist, the black woman is an okay thespian, but the white woman seems to be, i dunno, like she's monotone and robotic and yet she carries with her an air that she's doing a damn-good acting job here, it's misplaced arrogance. she's emotionless about death, but she wants us to feel for her; she might be a clone. also, when was the last time you just strolled along the park, walking to and fro among the trees at the local park casually talking to your friend about ill-gotten gains, secret Swiss money, just walking and talking? nobody else seems to live in this city, they're just whiling away the day...must be nice, wish i had such freedom to move about.

sure, Mom's dead, but at least there's still the money...

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SSS: BLACK, THIN, RECTANGULAR PORTAL OUT INTO THE WORLD

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it's so lonely here, so very lonely...but my IPAD MINI saves the boredom. it's a tool, a doorway, a bridge out into the greater world from my cramped four walls. with a touch of a button i see the vistas of Saudi Arabia, the never-before-seen trailer for the new Zelda video game, real-life news pop-cultured into easy-to-remember snarky headlines, and imaginary news, all fanfictions hot off the presses.

it can be my salvation, but it also gets me into trouble. i never type the right thing, i offend without knowing it, sarcasm does not translate well on youtube, trying to be funny can get you canned. there is only so much typing to do, eventually you need to break the allowed-stalker-mode and meet in real life, you must touch and go out for lunch at an airport cafe, talk face to face, let her see your expressions, not your emoticons, the finger you wag as you debate her, not the finger you type with.

without such warmth, humans die, plants die, the interest dies, the world dies.

i am scared, frightened of the future, i see no way through and definitely no way out. i've had doom feelings creep inside me all my life, but the feelings now are new and disturbing, strange in a drug-high way, absurd and depressing and terrifying, they are born of infinite ennui, i see the next 30 years, but they might as well be next week, it's all the same non-motion and directionlessness. if only i could...someone...something...get me out of this rut...take me on vacation...let me see the new, new animals, new insights, new sights, new sites, no more websites, more Earth sites.

there's a sense of "not long now". whatever will happen will happen soon. sure, i can continue pushing the various buttons on my ipad mini, my portal, my escape, stories will be read and written, pictures naughty and otherwise will be seen, i will smile and guffaw again, it's not like i allow myself to be permanently down, if something is funny or sexy, i react to it spontaneously, i haven't lost my humanity completely.

but i need to be involved in a Grand Project, a career, something artistic that will occupy my time forever, that won't allow myself any more free time to fall back once again into that desperate existential rut of which there is no rope to escape with, only a pit of unanswerable questions.

why did i allow myself to dream? it was never gonna happen with her, it never will with anyone. was i destined to be a loner? if so, i suppose i can casually fall back comfortably into the pillows of my destiny. but then, why am i so uncomfortable all the time, so antsy? i need someone, i can't go at it alone, i need someone in my corner to attack the bad times with, otherwise i avoid the bad times, avoid the good times, too, avoid all times and All Time, never try, just sit back and watch others do. those that don't do, teach. i'd rather be a real actor than a troll basement critic who makes a living slamming the real actors because of his unfulfilled dreams of becoming an actor himself, i hate those guys, it's like, just admit you're jealous and get back to auditioning again, yes, you're close to Hollywood going the TMZ route but you're not really a part of the Hollywood scene you really want to be an influence in.

ipad mini, you entertain me, you save me, you get me into trouble, you curse my life, flesh friends from wisp friends, a whole future from one youtube comment, a path from reading an article online from a secret link at the right corner of the page.

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check the ESPN tennis scores, Nadal's knees seem to be okay now, Federer's once-unassailable record is now in jeopardy, lifetime goals and dreams and marks are ready to fall, things seemingly clad in iron and steel are about to crumble shockingly and rewrite the rules of permanent records and permanent life attitudes.

not long now...things are about to happen...things are changing...i remain the same.



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TMIT: NO LAUGHING MATTER

my favorite comedians up above there



1. have you ever laughed during sex? do tell: one time at band camp, a fit of laughter of pure joy and ecstasy raced from out my mouth because i just couldn't believe this was happening to me, finally...my partner my teddy bear felt the same way, too...

2. how important is a sense of humor to you? vital, you can be a babe, but if you can't laugh at yourself, the internets, and the greater world around you, if you can't see that IT'S JUST A RIDE---thank you, Bill Hicks---if you can't see the inherent flaw in humanity, the ridiculousness of this planet, the futile pursuit of meaning, the untold burden of existence, we just won't connect and get along. you cannot be serious anymore (John McEnroe), you cannot be serious in this life, you can only be serious on the internet, because the internet is serious business.

3. did you ever think something was funny but your lover did not? you probably think i'm gonna say ex-lover because we couldn't agree on this laugh, but actually, i found that i was made of sterner stuff than all that, i didn't just run away as usual at the first sign of conflict, i stayed through the trouble and we worked on our relationship. the joke was about cats, she thought they were cute and cuddly, all i could see was the death of them every time i masturbated.

4. are pranks funny? have you ever fallen victim to a prank? do tell: pranks are only funny if they're not done to you. this one time we finally got Ashton Kutcher back for all of the bad Punk'd tv he tortured us with for all those years. i sent him a bill for my bleeding eyes...actually, i can't divulge any more, it's a legal thing.

i've had a prank played upon my person, and it's no fun. this is how it went down: my mom entered my room one day, broke down the deadbolt with her foot and exclaimed:

mom: son, you're never gonna make a woman happy. no woman is ever gonna want to be with you. you're a loser, you have no job, no future, no career goals, your art will not work out, and you smell, and you're a bad lover from what i've heard.

me: .......................(awkward silence)

five minutes of staring at each other, then Moms goes:

mom: got ya! i fucking got ya! you got Punk'd, son, and i mean SON both ways! *knee-slapping with laughter* hhhhhhahhhhahahahahahahahahahahahahheheheheheheh

me, *sticking out my tongue*: mom, mom, WASSSSSSSUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPP????!!!!!

mom, *sticking out her tongue*: WASSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPP?????!!!!!

5. what is your favorite type of humor: i've been depressed ever since i was born, i was a sad baby, this is no laughing matter. you'd probably surmise from my goth upbringing that i've shared with you before at this blog that i would enjoy dark comedy the most, black humor, gallows stuff...and you would be correct. when a clown sprays his water flower all over my face at the circus, i don't chuckle or get mad, i take the clown by the shoulder, grip his hand, the hand he used to spray all that obnoxious water on my face, clench his hand in a tight vise and say to him earnestly, "friend, thank you for the water, i was parched." see, i'm a humanitarian, i know what the deal is when it comes to life on Earth, i understand the struggle people in the world go through, i know hunger and thirst, i get it, i'm a brother to man, i take the time to see what's really important, i take time out for courtesy.

bonus: tell us a funny/embarrassing moment you experienced with a lover: my imaginary lover laughed at me for having an imaginary lover...

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SSS: MY FRIENDS NOW

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after a tumultuous life, i've settled down with a few good ones, internet wisps though they are. i can't disparage the number of good real friends i have, i must acquiesce to fate which has deemed it possible for a tired man as myself to have any human interaction at all. there are always regrets, always regrets, you always want more, "we want more" as that girl from the AT&T commercial intones, wish things would have progressed differently with some, but you can't fight the next day, the tide, the fierce power of the wave that is already turning the page, not caring that you don't want to.

there is that babe with the ridiculously-huge tits, when she commented, i felt my depression throw away its weights for a second, i was light and airy like a cupcake puff, i had no problems except which anime to watch next to infuse my pop-culture knowledge deeper so i could have a better chat with her the next time. i wonder what happened to her, i'd need to join twitter now, fuck that, too much trouble, think she's a baker or something, no doubt filling men's mouths and minds with savory deliciousness, thoughts of flaky crust and those heavenly breasts. i am just a guy after all, nothing special, am but a down man.

these friends now are all that i know, all i've ever known, it's like no one existed before. i had a staunch best-friend-for-life in elementary school, but i've forgotten his name, it all runs together, it cruelly blurs together, it never comes out as crystal-clear memories. he was a beautiful person, Italian boy with hair dark as raven, smart and kind, back when these qualities were measured and appreciated, before the youtube destruction of all that is holy in human beings, the moral relativism, the intense permanent irony inbred into all online comments.

these are the people that keep me afloat, years and years of damage have rendered me a flaccid weak balloon man, each quip and email observation of theirs blows a little air back into me.

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i don't ask anymore what the future holds for me, i don't envision different folks in my life, a different setting, a Hollywood pool party perhaps, or dank monastic stone, i've had my affair with the Tarot Card Lady and the sex was not good. i wrap my cyber arms around my friends now and don't think.




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TMIT: NOTCH, NATCH

1. have you or do you keep track of all the number of fine women you've been with? yo, i count the honeys with my pinkies, ya feel me? i put the number in my hed right between the meaning of life and my Pac Man high scores.

2. to get specific, how many people have you a) slept with? b) kissed in a romantic way? c) given oral to? d) received oral from? e) etc.

a) not counting me, 37...thousand
b) i kissed my boss in a non-romantic way, purely to get ahead in the workforce, he was a guy but i enjoyed it, does that count? i was trying to break my own personal glass ceiling made of Flintstones stone.
c) i gave oral to my hanging plant...no, that's just the code word we have with each other for watering...with water, not pee...come on, man, i'm not like that!
d) Mickey Mouse...it was an especially hot day in the Magic Kingdom...we were bored...talking 'bout the strip club The Magic Kingdom...Mickey can be a girl's name...

3. what is the most amount of people you've been with at one time: twosome, threesome, foursome? if you're just boring and are with your one true love, just her, in a bed of silk satin and a Snoopy plush, here's a trick: call it a TWOSOME, that somehow makes it seem more and naughtier...

4. have you ever entertained multiple partners at numerous times in the day, a babe for breaky, a woman of the night for afternoon delight, and a real woman for din-din? of course, that's three hots and a cot right there. Cot is the name of my fourth, she's a swell gal i cruise around with late at night, i go all Tokyo Drift with my souped-up light-blue car with the fins tryin' to impress her, tryin' to make her my steady, using only my lips i grab a cig from the cig carton that's rolled into my left white t-shirt short sleeve. yeah, so y'know, at 2AM there's not much open, Chipotle gives me the bleeding South Park runs so we always settle for Taco Bell for fourth meal...nothin' like chomping down on some bottom-of-the-pile stale churro chips coated with hard sugar in a greasy bag, so hard to bite down on that my permanent gold tooth pops out, that's hardcore, man, that's some gangsta shit.

bonus: describe your most exhilarating multiple-person encounter, either an experience you really went through or one you aspire to enjoy: this is what i want to happen someday: all of the TMITers at my McMansion Tuesday night---of course it's gotta be Tuesday, right?! wink wink---for an orgy, but it has to be between the hours of 9PM and 9:15PM, that's my only free time, i'm watching my DVRed soaps the other times. it's okay, i can cum quickly, so it'll still be rad.

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2013 PREAKNESS GAME, ANYONE CAN PLAY!!!

with a convoluted name like InfieldFest, it has to be good. you all know the deal, folks, oh these blog games will be the death of me. the Preakness is tomorrow: predict the winner of this most rowdy of races, the Alcohol Jewel in the Triple Crown, the Jelly Jewel, as in you're jelly that you're not at the party, the Frat Race, the Preakness. the winner of this blog game is obviously the one who correctly predicts the actual winner tomorrow.

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play by typing your guess in the comments, use my entry down below there as a guide. simple, right? and fun.

because i have so rudely activated comment-moderation at my blog---btw if i didn't, this place would be constantly bombarded with spam---there is the possibility that two of you will choose the same horse. it's okay, i promise, nuclear winter came last week, it's time to come together and be happy, the Election is over, time to stop wasting your life on politics messageboards and taste the sunshine. the prize can be equally divided amongst all winners like King Solomon and cutting the baby in half. the prize is...yep...yep...you guessed it...3 comments from my racked, tired, imaginative though curious, human yet alien brain, from my fingers to your blog...if that sounded dirty, it was supposed to.

good luck and i do appreciate all that do play, i really do, it's no fun if no one plays. i'll see you sometime after the race tomorrow---or maybe Sunday or i don't know next week at the latest, my May schedule is insane---for the results. i love you my babies, i love each and every one of you. kegger!

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SSS: WEDNESDAY'S CHILD

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click above to finally realize it's all over.






Wednesday's child is full of woe,
i found out this morning i was born on Wednesday,
what a terrible thing to know.

this feeling is different from the other depressives,
it's one that has soaked in it for so long
that the energy needed to be depressed is resigned.

[pan pipes]

the last of my cyber friends needs a break,
my imaginary friends and playthings are on strike,
better pay for better imaginings
of how my life should have played.

i forgot whether or not my grandparents had died,
it appears that they have,
old people tell it like it is,
'cause they just don't give a fuck anymore, like me.

i can't push the button anymore,
it just leads to more pain,
my youtube smirk betrays my inner deception,
i really am sad,
but i haven't acted in ages.

my brain is so right-brain the creativity starts to dilute
into other things i've seen along the way,
am i really that creative?
i hide out and pretend i don't see others' art,
i must hold onto something unique.

[sitar]

in an endless cycle, endless loop
of what i am and what i should be doing,
if i give up one thing, i betray the other,
if i stop to think, i stop thinking.

i am a Wednesday's child,
this is the diagnosis,
the prognosis, as the child poem states,
is full of woe.
this was decided long before birth,
it's not an accident that it rained when i was born,
will it rain when i die?
like Layne?
i love the rain.

what a shitty thing,
CLICK HERE FOR THE TRUTH
at least this moves me, i can still move,
CLICK HERE TO SWING

[pan flute]

this is bad, so so bad
this is sad, so so sad
i'm fighting fate,
dad

[sitar]

man, i can't do this anymore




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TMIT: GAWD

24 is coming back! Jack is back...to kick someone's ass...maybe his own 'cause all the terrorists died long ago. i can't wait, i've been on a fucking binge-hangover-depression-withdrawal state ever since the show ended and that movie was promised and now it seems that the film is dead. i need my adrenaline fix, i hate politics, but i adore political thrillers. it might just be a few episodes, but that's okay, would have liked that movie, but i understand, Jack, pump me up now, it's long overdue, i still loved you in Melancholia, i understood and related to your character there deeply.

those first-kiss pics above are so Chemical Brothers "Swoon" music video, huh?

i'm so busy right now i turned into my cat during the night.

1. answer yes or no:

* i regret my first kiss: first kiss? what's that?
* i miss my first love: yes, and that is why i blog...
* i married my first love: i wish...wait, what's marriage again?
* i love somebody that didn't love me: without this on Earth, folks, there would be no music.

2. are you monogamous, polyamorous, or other? other. explanation: i have this weird thing for wizards with long flowing grey beards...

3. your partner wants to fuck and cum but you're tired from all of the May messageboards you have to scan and the tv-show reviews you have to do. you:

* snore
* barter like in medieval times
* that would never happen!

barter, i'm always willing to do anything that resembles medieval times, i have a special kinship with that time period. i know i always play around on my TMITs, but i'm being dead serious here, folks, i do believe i am now in 2013 the reincarnation of someone who lived in the Middle Ages, i love too much all of that sword and sorcery, knights, damsels in distress, dragons, moats, castles, chainmail, chastity belts, and horses, i take that stuff seriously, it's not just play. Dungeons and Dragons is a spirit journey for me, not a game. that movie with Cary Elwes as Robin Hood was eye-opening, not comedic, i wore tights from then on. when i went to a Medieval Times Dinner Theatre, i took the hand of one of the lovely wenches there, kissed it, kissed her on the cheek, on the cheek, not the mouth, no tongue, i am a Knight Templar Gentleman, and hugged her, wished her a Happy Mother's Day, for she is my Spirit Mother, my madre from times long ago in history, my reincarnated moms. she smiled at me and called the cops, the, uh, King's Guard.

4. does your partner mind if you masturbate in front of them while the two of you are in the same bed? i tell her to close her eyes because she faints at the sight of cum, it's like me with blood, i could never be an EMT. one time i told her to close her eyes and open her mouth and stick out her tongue, but she called the cops...the, uh, King's Guard.

5. describe your typical sexual romp:

* playful/tame
* outfit/toys
* i love to try new things and shock my partner.

i'm always in the shocking game, i tried to shock my partner one time with an electrical buzzer, y'know, the kind during the '50s you would get in a box of crackerjack? she admonished me for being obsolete, she told me to stop living in the past, she plucked the nostalgia arrows from out of my neck, then she called the cops. the cops liked my buzzer, they put it underneath my butt on a chair when i wasn't looking, my asshole is still red from all the current contact pressure. the cops just laughed and laughed...i had to laugh, too, it beats going to jail, right?...though in jail it's the same type of thing...violation of one's butthole.

bonus: what was your best-ever masturbation experience? why so? explain: it was the last time i did it this morning 'cause i knew it would really be the last time. my laundry bill is getting too high, i can't afford to jack anymore, though i love that 24 Jack is back. as you can see from the pic above, my mattress is filthy, it's gonna need a fumigation. i am simply too poor to masturbate anymore.

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CRAZE-AMAZE

HOW ARE WE ALL? STILL ALIVE? CLICK HERE AT THIS LINK

gah, she's so damn cute, though, huh?

my friends, only ONE question for you today that urgently needs answering: what is the one computer- or internet-related word that's big in pop culture right now that for whatever reason---overexposure, misuse, misinterpretation, or you're high---you just fucking hate?

have a succulent, chipocray weekend...

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SSS: HOLLOWED-OUT REASON

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click above for the #3 of 4 skin pic...BUTT it is always your choice.

SSS is becoming Scintillating Songs from my best-Selling album.

satellite,
calm me down,
nothing else on this Rock will,
everyone broke my will.

precepts learned
long ago
always fall upon first contact
with another's human facts.

what was i thinking?
didn't i fucking learn before?
did i think this time it'd be different?!
oh man, fuck,
what is this poet for?!

loner room,
comfort me,
this is the last resort,
no money for actual vacation resorts
'cept the DNA vacation in my head.

*in a screamo voice:*
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
WHAT WAS I FUCKING THINKING?
WHAT WAS I FUCKING THINKING?
WHAT WAS I FUCKING THINKING?!
DESIRING A DIFFERENT RESULT,
THAT'S THE VERY DEFINITION OF INSANITY.
OOOOOOOHHHHHH OOOOOOHHHHHH
OH OH OH OH OH
*bring it down, calmer voice:* oh oh oh oh oh

[that transcendental guitar solo followed by the bridge]

hollow moon,
lead me away.
fiery sun,
lead me astray
into your firehole gladly,
my waxy wings are sappy,
and now i join the rest of space,
the universe has another source of heat,
my body serves as adrenaline for stars,
free energy, energy is free.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
what was i fucking thinking?
why was i fucking thinking?
only geniuses have permission to think,
people like me can only accept,
rich philosophers have the luxury,
i need to make my next dollar.
oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh


oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh
aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh hoh oh
oh oh oh.....................

[lead guitar holds the last transcendental note...holding it...the note starts to fade in volume...until...quiet]




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TMIT: CURSE OF THE GIRLFRIENDLESS

1. my favorite place to masturbate is________: it's a tie between outside and all over.

2. have you ever masturbated in public? what were the circumstances? once on a trolley and once in a supermarket for this underground indie porn site. still waiting for the 45 bucks promised.

3. do you like mutual masturbation? why? yes, it makes me think she is comfortable around me, that she likes me for more than my body's penis. see, we talk Heidegger's Being And Time while i choke the chicken and she jills off...it all goes back to Time...i take 3 minutes to finish, she takes longer.

4. when was the last time you masturbated? i've been a good boy, a couple of the monks came for a home visit so i had to be on my best behavior...wait, a couple of monks came for a visit...i swear i didn't mean to type that!

5. have you ever masturbated on camera? strangely no...don't know why that is strange to me exactly, that in itself is strange...want some strange? this stuff goes great with purple drank...

6. do you like to watch people masturbate? that's...like...um...porn, right? so...

bonus: have you ever filmed yourself masturbating? would you care to share such a film via a link? absolutely, just send $45.00 to my Swiss paypal account and it's as good as yours! yeah, see, i'm still under contract with the damn company.

HEY GUYS, online friends out there, wisps, i really want a girlfriend, any advice?

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KENTUCKY DERBY GAME: ANYONE CAN PLAY!!!

HORSIES!!! HORSIES TIME!!!

FIRST, MY EXCITED CAROUSEL ENTHUSIASTS, CLICK HERE FOR THE LIST OF HORSES COMPETING TOMORROW.

choose one of the pack there as your winner of the Kentucky Derby tomorrow. the blog-game winner is the one who picks the actual winning horse. because of the comment moderation, there will probably be two people choosing the same horse, that's okay, relax, it's all in fun, just split the profits evenly and remain friends, this is just a game, not nuclear winter. also, breaking news: Black Onyx has been scratched, so don't choose Black Onyx. the profits in this case are the usual 3 comments from me at your blog, that's the prized prize from this whole competition. good luck, and i'll see you guys tomorrow. i'm going with Orb, let's see if i can finally get a chalk win here, morning-line favorites have not fared well in this race. Orb...that was some great music back in the day...

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SSS: MY VOLCANIC MOOD

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click above on the cute mud-volcano surfers about to buy some ice pops at the stand over there before doing the deed for #2 of 4.

i was gonna give up,
i'm simply a pussy in search of pussy,
but a British babe pulled me from the brink,
and to her i think i think:

thank you to those who help out folks,
they are the ones who make life flow,
without another, i'm a dead bloke,
yeah, yeah, yeah

my mood as mercurial as Mercury,
as lonely and wondrous as the Moon,
time to fly directly into the sun
and i'm done:

thank you to those who help out folks,
they are the ones who make life flow,
without another, i'm a dead bloke,
yeah yeah yeah

[bridge..........guitar solo]

sadness is forever,
but you can still surf a mud volcano
alone, but it's better than nothing.
then you click on to your online friends,
the only friends you'll ever have,
the only friends you'll ever need,
they know you and you know them
this is the end, no it's not,
they help you decide,
no life-altering decision too big,
they know your plans,
they took the pic of you at the mud volcano:

thank you to those who help out folks,
they are the ones who make life flow,
without another, i'm a dead bloke,
yeah yeah yeah

thank you to those who help out folks,
they are the ones who make life flow,
without another, i'm a dead bloke,
yeah yeah yeah

i said yeah, yeah, yeah.................................................

[cymbals crashing into a slow denouement of the bass-guitar tones and finally the first lead guitar's last chord fades out while the second lead guitar still has some dribbling notes to perform]



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