Beefcake, your post makes me think of a poem, one of my favourites, by Marvin The Paranoid Android, a manically depressed android in Douglas Adam's Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (a must read for those of you who have n't read it):
A lullaby by Marvin:
Now the world has gone to bed,
Darkness won't engulf my head,
I can see by infra-red,
How I hate the night.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Try to count electric sheep,
Sweet dream wishes you can keep,
How I hate the night.
And:
"I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed."
"Life," said Marvin, "don't talk to me about life."
"Life," said Marvin dolefully, "loathe it or ignore it, you can't like it."
"You think you've got problems," said Marvin as if he was addressing a newly occupied coffin, "what are you supposed to do if you are a manically depressed robot? No, don't bother to answer that, I'm fifty thousand times more intelligent than you and even I don't know the answer. It gives me a headache just trying to think down to your level."
"Ha, but my life is but a box of wormgears."
And lastly, to show you that even for the most depressed, life sometimes can be very depresseing but a little bit less than it usually is:
"Maybe," said Marvin with unexpected authority in his lugubrious voice, "it would be better if you monitored them from here. That young girl," he added unexpectedly, "is one of the least benightedly unintelligent life forms it has been my profound lack of pleasure not to be able to avoid meeting."
Needless to say, Marv is my favo dude.
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