robtheslob

The boredom continues. existance swirling like all the world's truths are as sturdy as the yellowish foam in the toliet bowl. Breaks away with a jiggle of the handle and the scenery differnt but the same. One true thing is gone the next moment ever to be replaced by something of lesser truth. Crackling noise draw me near. Flashing light attracts. It is not meant to be like a moth I flow towards the disaster scene. The sirens ward me away that it is dangerous, but how ca a moth be without. Why call a siren such? ti is such to warn a away and to make way for, but a siren's song is to draw near to the certain doom. The static is nothing but yet it is the blank slate. Al that I have seen and learned. The static is pure blank, white is full of white black is full of black. But the static is immersion in nothingness brought to form. Look into such and know.


Umm, yeah Why's eveybody I know gotta be popin out kids? Or already have? What the hell? None of them are ready for it. I'm not ready to be uncle aunt godfather babysitter whatever the hell else and rid my self of my eternal annoyance for children because I find exception in the spawn of my crew. The progresion of the individuals in a group progress the group which hence effects the remaining members of the group. I am being pulled forward to a parental resposiblity stage of life just cause I know too many people with kids. This Is not what I desire.