This is it boys and girls.
My lame claim to fame has been tamed
And I shall rhyme but once ag'ain
Figures: that's what life is.
I reckon there comes a time in every one's life
When we have to complitely let go of something we can hold on to
Something we WISH to hold on to.
Another unmention drug of mine I speak of:
Games. Yes, I'm calling it quits.
Not cold turkey, of course. I am a coward, as you know by now
Just that wheneveer I have something better to do
I will now do it, as opposed to missing out for a fragfest.
I don't know how many hours, days, and months I've
spent in front of the warm glow of celestial quake
And lately, how I've compulsively read every letter
in anything that dealt with StarCraft.
Turns out I have developed an addictive personality.
Almost intentionally...how sad... and yet...
...how much sadder it is that only now
am I willing to admit that my supreme knowledge
of the many games I have hyperbolized in my mind
Doesn't mean JACK-SHIT!