Mm, here is a new piece I wrote just a couple of minutes ago..

cause I´m worth it..

I sit here, surrounded by products protesting my statement that I´m not their combined smiles, attitudes and lies.
I didn´t get happier buying that toathpaste, and I don´t smile more oftern either.
I didn´t get a cool and hip looking girl after buying thoose jeans. I didn´t became that hip girls fantasy boy either. Just me in jeans that makes people on the TV cool.

I steer my shoopingcart through the isles of lies and deceptions on my way to to were I spend my lifevalue against products that are supposed to make me smile. Doesn´t feel like that asshauling I got from a "not so happy" customer was worth one gigantic pizza bakeup and a soap that are supposed to make you´re skin great. For who? Next unpleasant customer??

Only happy people that do the dishes, get happy and also have nicer hair. My dream is to get the currage to shave it alloff, I´m just afraid that I´ll look like an egg...
Why aren´t there any things for me? I mean, a slogan like this:
"Ok, I´m still pissed, angry and not dating the woman of my dreams, but at least I had no trouble choosing this washing powder, it gets things clean.."?

On the other way, I´m part of making thoose lies, but then I call it "glorification" of a product. Nothing wrong, it´s a living. A living made complete bye smiling products versus angry and non understanding people paying for making other people think they´re getting happier or cooler buying their products.

I´m pointing a gun to my head......
The chamber is loaded.........
The cock is readied.....
but hey, it´s a .44 Magnum....
cause I´m worth it...

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WOLF WINS EVERY FIGHT BUT ONE, AND IN THAT ONE, HE DIES

Bumpbumperooni!!

And some bangerang too! =) http://www.tgeweb.com/cgi-bin/ubb/no...es/biggrin.gif

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WOLF WINS EVERY FIGHT BUT ONE, AND IN THAT ONE, HE DIES

I marvel at the mirror,
Standing before me,
Seeing the man I am
Wondering who it could be,

I have grown older now,
With a shock of gray,
I lived life happy,
People would say,

But if they could see,
The journey I took,
They would know I was lost,
Like a fish on a hook,

I tried to help people,
As much as I could,
Never thinking,
If I really should,

Did I help to guide them,
Or did I make them lose their way,
The way seems paved with gold,
But really it's grey,

A long time ago,
An angel came to me,
I brushed her off,
But she didn't flee,

She waited with patience,
Until I let her near,
Then she told me something,
That took away my fear,

She told me God's grace,
And touched my soul,
Thereby walking me,
Away from my hole,

I didn't understand at first,
But listened more,
Then I knew what it took,
To make life soar,

She told me to live,
You can't fear to die,
Thereby revealing,
The little white lie,

If you make your friends safe,
And keep them warm,
A Love will echo out,
And that is the norm,

As I watch the mirror fade,
Tears start to flow,
For I can only hope,
The flower of love will grow,

You see,
The mirror I see as I fade away,
Is in the hearts of people,
I met day to day.

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Tobbin ,dear friend... That was really good. I think I understand what you mean.