They fuck you up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
About the Author
I'm a schizoprogramedesigner. I started as a graphic designer and grew fond of animations and UX using flash. Did I mention I love math and science? Oh right, I love physics, which leads me to love math and science. I am insanely addicted to future technology. I would love to invent a levitation device, but my current skills restrict me to my recent Raspberry Pi addiction.I have a real passion for art in it's rawest form. I'm not the greatest of artists, not even by a long shot, but I truly appreciate the different ways an individual chooses to express themselves. So much so, that I've been working on a way to make this easier to do: http://www.groovethevibe.com
I love my job
I used to blog
I use Twitter mostly for bookmarking
I code A LOT
I design much less than I would like