Run, Rabbit Run,
Dig that hole, forget the Sun,
And when at last the work is done,
don't sit down, its time to dig an another one.
How profound. How prophetic. How poignant.
Mom. Dad. A red pill. A blue pill. A yellow pill. A white pill. All ates and ines. Psyches.I don't know the names. A stolen cigarette break. And one big anti-depressant called life. One fuckin big dose of it.
Plus.
One hour contemplating Tool. 'Fuck Smiley Glad-Hands with Hidden Agendas'. One hour spent in retrospect over that hour spent in contemplation. 9 hours spent watching absolutely stupid British romances. One hour simply dozing off with a smile on your face for all these hours that are available. For free.
And a wake up call called 'Time'. By the time you've gathered what has been strewn all around by the medication, by the time you realize what time it is - Roger utters the golden lines.
Run.
Rabbit.
Run.
Think about it.
Think really hard about it.
You don't have to.
You don't need to.
Fuck the run.
Fuck the race.
Its for the rats anyway.
Fuck that extra dime in your sagging pocket.
Fuck that wooden step on the fucked up ladder.
Stop. Breathe. Breathe in the air.
Look around. Think. Decide. For yourself.
Take a month off.
