Sincerity Doesn't Grow on Trees

Tree nuts do. I don't know about the older people, but, now-and-days, parents aren't always the best decision makers, or most mature, or the best, well, anything; and what pressure does that put on their children--especially when there's five kids in one household. I'LL TELL WHAT *FIDGIT* PRESSURE IT PUTS ON THEIR CHILD! THIS MUCH: -HOLDS OUT AROUND WIDE-, -GRIPS HEAD AND SLOWLY RIPS OUT HAIR-, and - SLAMS ALREADY RIDICULOUSLY RED FACE INTO THE WALL. I'm dying here, and that's no good. Everyone knows it should be my mother to die. There's only room enough for one fat authoritative bigot in this household and her name is pam. JEBUS CHRIST! What a hypocritical, fallacious, christian bitch. She's been kicking me out of the house all week because i "refuse to obey the rules, yeah", and i'm entirely fed up with it.

She's just so dictating. I can't help but hate authority from someone so stupid. And i'm trying to seem like some problem child or a mundane rebel child rather a fed up one, sick of the irrational crap that he normally deals with. I'm no godsend neither; i have my fair share of problems and fidget-ups, but at leaast i can admit it...

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My Past Few Days in Phraseological, Yet Mundane--and Lulling in Ways, Form
Oh and things with my girl are great,
schools horrible, not to mention money,
not to mention money and jobs and gas,
i can never be in the best of moods for long,
must try harder in school, get my work completed,
not to mention money and cigarettes and a job,
when the word stressor doesn't really tell the half of it,
and your mood is coldblooded, while your obligations aren't,
dissatisfaction, like the school scene from Forest Gump,
yeah, the one where he doesn't get into the elementary school,
and his mother, Mrs. Gump, gets that abhorrent, yet funny, question,
the same damn question everyone with power is asking,
the one every school official, authoritative figure and government official is asking you
yeah, the one they ask before you get screwed
THE FUCKING QUESTION THATS GOES KINDA LIKE THIS:
Is there a Mr. Gump, Mrs. GUMP?