I think its quite clear, at least for me due to unfortunate experience, this is about addiction.
A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
Withdrawal from addiction is horrible and it completely drains a person. It can be thought of as a test, because it does soon end after days/weeks. The act of using can involve paranoia, and a "paralyzed vampire" to me says it is someone who can't easily help what they are doing
But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.
Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).
If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
the rewards are sobriety after the brain recovers. If he didn't have someone who loved him to help he would have walked away from the path of recovery.
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may ... (sigh) ... I still may. Theres always a risk of relapse in recovering addicts
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
it is very important to be patient in withdrawal, it is a terrible experience. I would listen to this song in withdrawal and it helped some, although nothing gave pleasure.
And if there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
And I still may.
From my own personal experience, I always identified this with a really badly phailing relationship, not necessarily with a lover, but with anybody. When you realize that you're getting sucked dry and all you can feel is tired and drained, and you want to walk away, but you don't. You just wait for it to fix itself and get better, when it can't. Kind of a repetitive and numbing experience, tbh. At least that's what it meant to me, from my experiences.
But I can see how you could take it the way you have. I can only imagine what you would have gone through with that, and if this song helped you through somehow, then I cannot say that's a bad thing. You've done something a lot of people can't do, and you've found greater meaning in something than you probably thought you would. Valuable life experience.
BTW, if you stay here long enough to get access to the fun bits, don't go into the Self Med section for your own well being...
Yeah. I relate it to the Scooby Doo ride @ Wonderland.
Jesus! I still get the creeps.
I bet you were being held up by old man Withers from the popcorn stand, and he probably would have gotten away with it if it hadn't been for your meddling family.
I bet you were being held up by old man Withers from the popcorn stand, and he probably would have gotten away with it if it hadn't been for your meddling family.
Old man Withers, cloned, like fifty times over. And all of these clones fumbling and fiddling with their cameras and bags, shifting evidence to and fro, pretending to swallow the expensive food, and acting like it's good, patting and adjusting their sad little children (teary eyed and pouty from waiting in lines, and not being rewarded immediately)--all quite a ruse.
You know for sure with ten dollar popcorn, the contraband is hidden inside.
They'd go through the ride all stunned and stupid, tossing popcorn and other food stuffs around.
And then, send in their counter-agents to weed around and find the gems.
Clever. I think not. We'd observed this behaviour before.
We have a keen eye, this family, honed acutely by hours of Scooby-Doo rentals.
I like to go to amusement parks on rainy days to forgo the aforementioned trivialities.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Old man Withers, cloned, like fifty times over. And all of these clones fumbling and fiddling with their cameras and bags, shifting evidence to and fro, pretending to swallow the expensive food, and acting like it's good, patting and adjusting their sad little children (teary eyed and pouty from waiting in lines, and not being rewarded immediately)--all quite a ruse.
You know for sure with ten dollar popcorn, the contraband is hidden inside.
They'd go through the ride all stunned and stupid, tossing popcorn and other food stuffs around.
And then, send in their counter-agents to weed around and find the gems.
Clever. I think not. We'd observed this behaviour before.
We have a keen eye, this family, honed acutely by hours of Scooby-Doo rentals.
I like to go to amusement parks on rainy days to forgo the aforementioned trivialities.
I just avoided them my whole life altogether. It saves me from worrying about brushing cotton candy vomit from my hair and having ridiculous snapshots taken of my screaming face as I ride at top speeds on loosely fit together beams of rotting metal.
Actually, they didn't teach us about herpes in school. Because in Texas, teaching sex ed in school is punishable by like castration and exile.
In addition, after any ride in an amusement park fails or a child is abducted, there are usually ads touting the safety of said amusement park, safe, clean, and family friendly. On the television, in the newspaper, and on the radio.
No, there is no cure for food poisoning from amusement parks. But then again, you might also have worms from those undercooked oversized turkey legs, so yes, might as well go to the doctor. They are a breeding ground of infection and death.
I edited for a grammatical reason. It was bad. So yes, that is fail. You are correct, sir.
But I'll edit your FACE with this industrial strength permanent marker that I've got. You will look like a kitty.
Can you do my face afterward? Except add some fierce red marker into the mix so that I look more like a tiger than a kitty. If that's too complex I'll gladly settle for a panda.
May I suggest listening to The Patient? I think last time I did I fell asleep.
Instead, I want to get this off my chest.
Last year, somewhere in North America, the police were called, 911, because a little old lady found a man humping the umbrella hole in her picnic table.
WTF, right.
Does the little weasal not have the Internet? Is there not enough porn out there?
What about a bathroom? Somewhere private. Holy shit!
So he goes to jail with splinters piercing his member.
Screaming for a nurse, a doctor, anyone to get the wood out of his dick.
Dipshit.
"You need a fucking vet, man," they said.
"We need porcupine quill tweezers, here," they said.
"WTF," they said.
"I was too tired for the squirrel hole in the maple tree, and I wanted to lie down," he moaned, just before passing out.
__________________ Time is still the infinite jest.
Last year, somewhere in North America, the police were called, 911, because a little old lady found a man humping the umbrella hole in her picnic table.
WTF, right.
Does the little weasal not have the Internet? Is there not enough porn out there?
What about a bathroom? Somewhere private. Holy shit!
So he goes to jail with splinters piercing his member.
Screaming for a nurse, a doctor, anyone to get the wood out of his dick.
Dipshit.
"You need a fucking vet, man," they said.
"We need porcupine quill tweezers, here," they said.
"WTF," they said.
"I was too tired for the squirrel hole in the maple tree, and I wanted to lie down," he moaned, just before passing out.
Quite the story. Reminds me of the episode of Cops I watched in which a man had his penis stuck in the pool jet.
