helpless jennifer I'm okay and you're delightful and the boys are at a party another one of those parties Jerry bought whipped cream (a saddle rash joke) and I scored them some Viagra so I think they'll have a fun time but I wish just once I could be included in the fun 000430 ... jennifer Countless long nights While I stare at the wall I ask myself over again... How did I end up In this little hell? How - did it ever begin? Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess Helpless to turn back the clock That ticks on With its cruel shiny face It laughs while it watches My every disgrace - I was Born a sap - all the Nurses laughed when they Saw me the first time They giggled and they said "This poor little monster'd be Better off dead." Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess Helplessly trapped in a body I'm sure - Should have never been mine. I bet that my real one's Doing just fine - and I Don't belong here, I Don't belong here - I Should be quite rich With a big shiny car A house with twelve rooms I deserve to go far. Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess Helplessly falling in love But does love Really last through the night? To love - To honor - To kick and to bite! and I Don't belong here, I Don't belong here It's all a mistake I was destined for greatness A leader, a prophet - They're just too blind to notice. Where did this whole silly story begin? It seems that my mind has gone - Blank. I think that I've messed up a chapter or two. Perhaps it is best if I'm frank! Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess - Helplessly lost like that poor chap who came For an innocent dance. He left with his brain smeared All over his pants! cause he Didn't belong here, he Didn't belong here He never should've left That warm cage in a zoo! His face was so ugly What else could I do? Can you - really blame me, I Had to smash it. He left me no choice, he was just like the others. I just had to kill him. With my poor, dear, old Mother. Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess Helplessly fucked in the ass By a legion of forty ex-cons That's what it feels like When you walk all over me. Don't belong here, I Don't belong here Your eyes burn right through me. They fill me with fear. I could've been at home Watching football, and drinking beer. Oh, oh, oh oh oh helpess, so Helpless. (DE of OB) 000608 ... Grendel Helpless in the face of the same impossibly pretty girl. She stands on her toes to peer over my cubicle wall at me and makes my whole day with that smile of hers. Who am i to deserve such. does she know that the moment she passes my way all my concentration vanishes. Oh, i am too old for this schoolboy silliness 000608 ... kim i am so helpless to my emotions they come over me and i am gone only to come back to the mess that they left me 000712 ... miniver People can make me feel so horrible, sometimes. And, I don't mean specific people and their specific actions toward me -- although, specific people can be horrible too -- but, just PEOPLE. And we're not really horrible, or anything, I know. I don't think we are innately 'evil', nor innately 'good'. Frankly, I don't believe in the existence of 'evil' or 'good' by anything but our own (more or less) logically-derived moral systems. But, there are just so many of us! Too many for me, I think. I just seem to get tired, and sad, and empty. And I don't know if it's worse to think that other people are continuing about contentedly, regardless, or that they are just as worn out as me, regardless. Maybe it's the 'regardless' part that weighs me down. But something sure is heavy! It's so hard to not be special! And I don't know why it seems necessary to be special. And I don't know why I can't stop. And I don't know why I shouldn't, or why I should ( or even why I've been put in this position in the first place). But, I don't. I sleep, sometimes, though. And sometimes little things make me happy -- as we all know it goes, I guess. Weather makes me happy. My view. My piano, my books, my big empty bed with two comforters and three pillows, and cosmology, and brilliant food, darjeeling tea, music, pretty words, smart, sad boys. Sometimes. Other times those same things seem just as heavy as the rest of the world, and I'll remember how many people there are to consume it all, and how I'm just another one of them. 001121 ... thedunator You made me feel helpless. You made me feel useless. Why am I still in love with you? 010918 ... nod Jesse is anything but helpless 010918 ... thedunator Are you talking to me? 010923 ... chiocken Another attraction is the Helpless Robot, created by Norm White of the Ontario College of Art and Design. Completely unable to move itself, the robot can detect the presence of people near by and plead with them to move it into a certain position. The more the human gives in, the more strident its demands become until the person is faced with the choice of becoming its slave or ignoring its cries for help. 021121 ... User24 totally bloody useless. 031027 ... whitechocolatewalrus sometimes i am so depressed so completely out of it that time seems to stop i don't think about anything nothing at all trancelike no apparent reason no reason at all sometimes i think that i like it this way that i deserve to be sad i feel like i don't want anyone at all to even come near me much less help me these are the times when i hate myself for everything that i am for everything that i have become i try so hard to leave it all behind to accept myself to love myself despite these efforts nothingness always returns sometimes it is even comforting to be this depressed to know that others can't help me up and down like waves in an ocean vascillating between dark and light [maybe someone else will understand] . 040123 ... pipers i does. 040123 ... superleni today's thought: if god is omniscient, it must be really depressed. wouldn't it have a massive case of, 'what can I do? the problem is too big,'? 050916 ... not kylie minouge helpless against the way of you and im thinking about everything inside 050916 ... Risen I am helpless to resist the daydreams. Maybe because I know I'll never get the chance to have the kind of future I imagined, so now all I have is the worlds I weave in my head. Sometimes I rail against the injustice, and sometimes I feel like I deserve the pain. The punishment. You are the little patch of blue which prisoners call the sky. I imagine that there's a photojournalist back home looking after a cat or a dog. Maybe a sailor or similar on a tour of duty. You're happy and you don't even remember me. You don't want anything to do with me, and even if you did, I have nothing to offer anyone - not even my closest friends and family. That's the reality, and I accept it. But I still have the daydreams. And when I deny them, I get real dreams instead, which are infinitely more vivid. I am helpless. But I am also harmless, and I need you to know that. I am rational and respectful. 180904 what's it to you? who go blather from