Crazy What You Could've Had
Random (Yes, random....random....random....random) Questioning Musings.
Why do songs with pianos sound either forlorn or romantic?
Why doesn't my housemate's ex acknowledge me in the street?
Why is Björk seen as a freak, but Damien Hirst a genius?
Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near?
Why are the pretty ones always so dumb?
Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who?
Why are some us all different, yet some of us all the same?
Why do I think I'm going to die alone?
Who thought up the idea of a library? Think about it.
Why is life no bigger than you or I, regardless of your
being or not of myself?
Why does absence make the heart grow fonder, and put an
unrealistic rose tinted spin on things?
Why not wood glue on a plumbing incident?
Why does the world spin?
Why does it always rain on me? Is there a permanent cloud
over my head filled in a dark enough grey to warrant it?