pointlessness

the time has come 

for me to ride

a quarter past five

with fries on the side

The time has come 

to make a stand

the cere-bellum

why, that's my land

The time has come

and has the enemy

is easy to find

no, its not she

he's inside me

(aka, on an impulse I bought a dress for the girl [not just any dress, but one she'd told me she really really liked, but didn't get cos she was on a saving money trip, and then i found out with some detective work what the dress was] and spent like 3 grand on it [a lot when you have no money] and now i'm feeling like maybe i shouldn't have, not because i dont really like her, no, i really do, but i get the feeling she'll never like me as much, even tho she says she does.)(bugger it, thank god i'm not into attachments and allathat jazz)