Friday, 16 April 2010

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Sometimes I don't understand that crazy invention.
You know the one, that one called boredom.
That one that makes you so.. well.. bored.
Even dust motes are more interesting than boredom.

Sometimes I can't grasp that crazy invention.
You know the one, that one called boredom.
That one that makes you so.. well.. bored.
Even sitting on the couch all day is more interesting than boredom.

Sometimes I never see the use of that crazy invention.
You know the one, that one called boredom.
That one that makes you so.. well.. bored.
Even talking to thin air is more interesting than boredom.

That crazy invention, you know, the one I keep going on about.
Have you seen what it has done to me?
I mean look at what I've been saying!
I mean look how.. whats the word.. ermm..

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So I've been sat here trying to think of what that word is.
I have nothing else to do of course.
I know it begins with a 'b' and it is a crazy invention.
The only thing I do know about it is..

It is making me bored.

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