SPAMT0N_1997

HEY YOU!!! [Little Sponge] I KNEW YOU’D COME HERE [[On a Saturday Night]]!

KRIS! ISN'T THIS [Body] JUST [Heaven]LY!? 3X THE [Fire]POWER. 2X THE [Water]POWER. AND BEST OF ALL, FLYING [Heads]!

HERE I AM!! KRIS!!
BIG
BIG,
[[BIGGER AND BETTER THAN EVER]]

*Live Video Coverage*

WHY BE THE [[Little Spong]] WHEN YOU CAN BE A [[BIG SHOT]]!!!

I am a simple boy, just like you 

I wake up in the morning and brush my teeth 

I dress up and leave the house to a school that blends the days 

I eagerly wait for the sun to set just to break the haze 

Though I hear the wind chimes and the pretty voice they make 

Sometimes I wonder how much more of this I can take 

Nothing makes me happy like it used to long ago 

Monotony is bludgeoning my love for life, and so 

I steal and I hoard, to build a tiny land 

A world I control, a world in my hands 

I cannot live in this world, and it hurts because I know it 

Escape will pull me further in, so I must tear away from it 

But I think you should know, though it can be gray 

That life and all its meaning never went away 

The flower that you saw on your way to school today 

The one that had a face in a funny little way 

That little laugh you gave, that laugh that resounded 

That’s where life is. 

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I Don’t Want To Die

Imbedded deep in my long term memory. A light. subtle, small, but…

A familiar one. The crackling of the record player fading with the sounds of my brain. An agonizing pain of the same 3 notes playing over and over again constantly for all of eternity. Sharp pains all over me. Darkness surrounds me all i can see is a dim light off in the distance. Here i am, In an empty bliss beyond this place. I feel as though i might be vanishing. My days counted by the never ending ticks of the clock. All I’ll ever want to do is come back here. To this serenity. But i am stuck. Stuck in my mental caverns starved of love. My mind fading into the background static of my thoughts. I have a camaraderie with my closest friends but I can only ever hold your hand to keep it at arms length. Tiny gradations of loss i am experiencing. Death, like a stray cat. Who knows when you’ll cross paths with this cat. Could be now or tomorrow but it isn’t a matter of if but of when. We will all see this cat and we will all give him a little pet on the back only then will be feel what I once did