I'm a Diced Tomato

I think I'm a prototype. I'm not saying I'm more evolved than anybody else, but I think I was put on this Earth as a puppet for some comedy show because this world...is so bad it's funny. And my life is a movie. I'm just a figment, I guess!

"Big babies gunna get in a fight, actin' crazy, bustin' up the chairs!"

You think people grow up once they leave the sandbox or the playpen? HA! What a common misconception!




And this new part of my brain has opened up recently, like new questions. Before, I seemed to think of questions that no one else asks or think things no one else thinks, but now I'm asking the ones that are asked more often and thinking the things that are supposed to be more common, but seem any easier. It seems that no one knows the answers to mine, and I don't know the answers to everyone else's.

This is my newest question and the newest door opened in my brain:

Why does everything have to get so complicated when love is thrown into the equation? Really! I always wondered why spuds and tomatoes were so damn mad at each other so often, and now I am experiencing it! I didn't DO ANYTHING! D: I'm still asking this question! It's the same exact problem, but just because the love factor's in it screws the whole thing up! Love equals war, I don't like it no more!

I mean, it's sorta like my other questions, but in a different language! Ha ha, I am so awkwardly inept.

Is it possible to think oneself into oblivion?

Why do I see things in a way that no one else has seen or thought of? Does no one use common sense?! Is nonsense common sense?! Huh?! I guess so! It's that comedy of the Universe again that I keep seeing. Dadaism, I love you.


Never knew it could be like this in the Fourth Dimension.


Really. Weird is normal for me, and normal is weird for me. That one feeling I had that I thought was weird, ha, that's nothing...to me at least. Now.


I think I am actually an extra-terrestrial who crash landed and got amnesia from the crash.



I. Live. All my life.


On Planet Earth.



I should stop listening to vinyl records-they make me too time-sick.

Some generation's gotta be the sacrifice, I guess. Too bad I missed the life boat because I wasn't given any warning that the ship was going down. "We're all goin' down, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!"

Well, maybe I'm not completely alone. I know that. Thank you, DEVO. Thank you SO MUCH.

But it's not just that! Don't forget!

"There was a group who could have saved us from this ignominy, there was a group and they were roundly ignored, they saw the future and they pointed out the problems, if people took the point we'd now be reaping the reward."

[/cryptic teenage emotions and language]