Once again your favorite typing penguin has returned to invoke new meaning into your lives.
this will probably last about 15 seconds before all you slack asses go out and smoke and watch brown shit himself silly, ficcone punk some level 1 newbie, or ouellet tell a sick joke that forces me to lose another percentage of my lung.
When you look at life you can automatically point out a melody for human emotions.
Melodies for happiness, sadness, indifference, stupidity, and hate.
No one ever trys to look at the side of this that I am about to speak about.
Physical objects. These un lively creatures by our standards happen to exist for us against us and with us.. yet no one ever finds melodies for them. you don't stare at a lamp post and be like "i bet that has a sweet melody". Why not though? if you think about it, the lamp post has the ability to light everyones life in the darkness surrounding them, cause warmth in the little creatures that flock around it and allow people who are being beaten brutally to go be seen by passerbys. Now what these people do who are passing by is a complete different story.. laughing at the victim, calling the cops, telling the bad man/animal doing the beating to cease or feel the wrath of allah, or walk on past oblivious to the lamp post. but off track here, the lamp post would have a rather peaceful melody with a little melancholy in its tune.
Another example is the little tiny chair a 900 pound smelly beast of a man sits in. This fucker would be really pissed off, depressed at the fate comming to it, annoyed with all the vile miniture animals that fall off of this creature, yet happy with all the little food crumbs it recieves. I would give this object a annoyed angst filled melody with a little chipper perky up beat. Like cake.
By now you are thinking, "well what the hell?" and that is perfectly alright.
I was walking from work at about 10:30 whistling a tune of sadness and depression when I came to a street. This street had a little light box with a green and red man. now the man was not green and red at the same time, but at various times he was either green or red. This caused me to ponder, did my whistling cheer up this green and red man? or did it depress him? so I walked up to him and asked him politly. In the midst of our conversation, some fucker in a black car with 2 bright white lights and little red and blue flashing lights stopped and stared at me. Out of this cruel animal that was drowning out the green and red light of my new friend, stepped 2 human like critters. rather nice looking chaps if you ask me, however I am not gay so this was not the sense I was speaking in. Anyways the proceeded to ask me what I was doing. I simply told them I was pondering the emotional status of a physical object based on the melody given to it. Now these fuckers had the nerve to question this. I was like what the fuck sir? do you happen to know anything of what I was speaking? or did you just go HEY LIL MAN IM IGNORING YOU EVEN THOUGH IM ASKING YOU A QUESTION. after a little bit into our conversation, I requested that the lights be turned a little dimmer because it was drowning out my friends emotional expression, and we all know that us humans don't want to interupt the rest of the worlds emotions. So naturally they didn't. A little further on their quest for knowledge they proceeded to ask me several questions including my status. Not my marital status, because at 10:30, do you really think if I was anything but single I would be staring at a green red man switcher? probably. But anyways. They were curious about my dependency status. I was pondering this one myself. I guess they were trying to figure out if I was dependent on this green red man switchy thing to survive. Naturally I responded "No, this green red man switcher is just something that facinates me". You can imagine the problems this caused. Confused they were, asking if I was a dependent of the military or a member. Now since I didn't have a reflective belt on, naturally they could not tell if I was a member, because we all know that no one except people forced to would wear those fucking things. I decided to question their dependencies. They didn't understand my question because they responded something of they are military? I was curious because if they arn't dependent, then why the hell are they using a beast with massive lights, instead of walking around? So after awhile they came to the conclusion that I would not budge on my information because of my vast training and work ethic about the military and how I give no information out no matter what the torture. Believe me there was torture. oh yes, torture there was. Let us not get into that though simply because torture is not what this is about, no matter how fun and neat it may be. Eventually they left and I whistled a angry tune at the beast with flashing lights so he would understand the angst towards him. Then I proceeded onto my conversation with this red green man. Throughout the entire encounter he had been blinking red green red green red green red green. I guess because he was mad at the annoying fags bugging me but was happy about my defense towards the annoying fags. I whistled a while to him and he stayed green for my happy whistles, and stayed red for my sad whistles. I proceeded to walk on after saying goodbye. He stayed red for awhile which was sad since I knew he was rather depressed that I was leaving. I really enjoyed his company.
Now lets talk about my melody for a little bit.
Last night I had the unescapable opportunity to goto the christmas party, now the possibility of the unspeakable popped into my head repeatedly (I will not speak the unspeakable just beause it is that of the word which is chosen to speak it). Anyways I proceeded to this party with who is known as "Technical Sergeant Aleshire and Penguins". On the way we picked up the totally smashed travis.mathison and proceeded to the party. I had this hinting suspicion that he wasn't as "trashed" as he appeared to be. This is reserved for a future story though. After finding a place to park, we moved to the party, walked in the door, stopped aleshire talked to a few people, then we entered a huge area fully loaded with the most annoying people I have had the displeasure of eyeing. went to the chair. sat down. travis takes off in his direction, barre and aleshire decide to talk. I proceed out the way I came. find a hidden wall outside, smoke 2 cigs, go inside, grab a drink, smoke drink till cup is empty, walk outside, sit on a park bench. 30 - 45 minutes go by. Pondering the wonders of life. Go inside. smoke more cigs. Grab another drink. try to find a ride home, walk outside. smoke
walk inside
smoke
people bug the fuck out of me while im smoking, trying to find out why im depressed?
and when I tell them "I don't want to be here"
they go off on how their lost kitten fufu has been smashed by a chicken that was driving a BMW or some shit? Like I fucking care.. These people just did not understand the simple fact that I wanted to be left alone.. I tried everything. I tried the perverse way by staring at their chest and praying they think me a sexual oriented person and walk away, then tried staring at their crotch to make them think I was a fag so they would have nothing to do with me, nothing.. not one fucking thing. they kept talking on and on and on and on and on going on about god knows what on their life story to express themselves to me to prove that I am not the only one who didn't want to be at the party.
if they honestly didn't want to be there, why the hell couldn't they give me a ride home?
Eventually I found a ride.
I came home. I got pissed. I kicked shit all over my room for being forced to go. I don't understand that though. Was I angry that I went? because I reallly really hated that event with a passion. I cannot stand massive amounts of people. Why don't I fit in? Why can't I be happy with people around me? when it is a 1 on 1 with people I know, or a circle of people I know, it is alright, but when this massive load of people get together all I think about is how pathetic all these peoples lives are.. with the exception of a few. People say not to judge a situation before you are in it and can understand everything about it, yet I cannot help but judge. in, out, before, after.People smile like everything is alright all the time. Now with my facade lifestyle in the office of being the happy chipper mother fucker this may sound hypocritical, so keep in mind I am insulting myself as well... but god why? I do not understand these urges from these people...I try I portray this happy person, I've done it for god knows how long (going on 3 months or so?) and I still cannot find the will to be like that every minute of my life. I wonder if people go home from their day at work cursing themselves for the pretended life that they give off? a radiant aura of bullshit. I know when i come home, I feel fucking horrible for not treating everyone like shit and smearing people into the fucking ground for their fuckups.
Just because I pretend to be someone, doesn't mean I am that one. Deep inside i am a 12 year old kid crying for answers that arn't given, a beaten animal that no one cares about. I feel like I am the one everyone uses to make their lives feel better.
See? look at him. if it wasn't for soandso you would have a life like that. you would be like that. without this medication you would end up in that situation.
I may be afraid, I may be scared of everything, I may hear voices that tell me things, I may be everything despised by all of humanity for my negativity, but I am glad that I am alive and feel the pain of life more than all the superficial fucks who live their lives in a collapsable world.
what is my melody?
sad? depressed? angst filled?
am I the forgotten forlorn tune of a life that could have been?
am I truely free of everything I hate? or just another pawn?
the beaten victim under the lamp that no one cares for, simply because they do not wish to get involved.
how can I find out?
before I die will I know my tune? my whistle?
what is your story?
what is your melody?
this will probably last about 15 seconds before all you slack asses go out and smoke and watch brown shit himself silly, ficcone punk some level 1 newbie, or ouellet tell a sick joke that forces me to lose another percentage of my lung.
When you look at life you can automatically point out a melody for human emotions.
Melodies for happiness, sadness, indifference, stupidity, and hate.
No one ever trys to look at the side of this that I am about to speak about.
Physical objects. These un lively creatures by our standards happen to exist for us against us and with us.. yet no one ever finds melodies for them. you don't stare at a lamp post and be like "i bet that has a sweet melody". Why not though? if you think about it, the lamp post has the ability to light everyones life in the darkness surrounding them, cause warmth in the little creatures that flock around it and allow people who are being beaten brutally to go be seen by passerbys. Now what these people do who are passing by is a complete different story.. laughing at the victim, calling the cops, telling the bad man/animal doing the beating to cease or feel the wrath of allah, or walk on past oblivious to the lamp post. but off track here, the lamp post would have a rather peaceful melody with a little melancholy in its tune.
Another example is the little tiny chair a 900 pound smelly beast of a man sits in. This fucker would be really pissed off, depressed at the fate comming to it, annoyed with all the vile miniture animals that fall off of this creature, yet happy with all the little food crumbs it recieves. I would give this object a annoyed angst filled melody with a little chipper perky up beat. Like cake.
By now you are thinking, "well what the hell?" and that is perfectly alright.
I was walking from work at about 10:30 whistling a tune of sadness and depression when I came to a street. This street had a little light box with a green and red man. now the man was not green and red at the same time, but at various times he was either green or red. This caused me to ponder, did my whistling cheer up this green and red man? or did it depress him? so I walked up to him and asked him politly. In the midst of our conversation, some fucker in a black car with 2 bright white lights and little red and blue flashing lights stopped and stared at me. Out of this cruel animal that was drowning out the green and red light of my new friend, stepped 2 human like critters. rather nice looking chaps if you ask me, however I am not gay so this was not the sense I was speaking in. Anyways the proceeded to ask me what I was doing. I simply told them I was pondering the emotional status of a physical object based on the melody given to it. Now these fuckers had the nerve to question this. I was like what the fuck sir? do you happen to know anything of what I was speaking? or did you just go HEY LIL MAN IM IGNORING YOU EVEN THOUGH IM ASKING YOU A QUESTION. after a little bit into our conversation, I requested that the lights be turned a little dimmer because it was drowning out my friends emotional expression, and we all know that us humans don't want to interupt the rest of the worlds emotions. So naturally they didn't. A little further on their quest for knowledge they proceeded to ask me several questions including my status. Not my marital status, because at 10:30, do you really think if I was anything but single I would be staring at a green red man switcher? probably. But anyways. They were curious about my dependency status. I was pondering this one myself. I guess they were trying to figure out if I was dependent on this green red man switchy thing to survive. Naturally I responded "No, this green red man switcher is just something that facinates me". You can imagine the problems this caused. Confused they were, asking if I was a dependent of the military or a member. Now since I didn't have a reflective belt on, naturally they could not tell if I was a member, because we all know that no one except people forced to would wear those fucking things. I decided to question their dependencies. They didn't understand my question because they responded something of they are military? I was curious because if they arn't dependent, then why the hell are they using a beast with massive lights, instead of walking around? So after awhile they came to the conclusion that I would not budge on my information because of my vast training and work ethic about the military and how I give no information out no matter what the torture. Believe me there was torture. oh yes, torture there was. Let us not get into that though simply because torture is not what this is about, no matter how fun and neat it may be. Eventually they left and I whistled a angry tune at the beast with flashing lights so he would understand the angst towards him. Then I proceeded onto my conversation with this red green man. Throughout the entire encounter he had been blinking red green red green red green red green. I guess because he was mad at the annoying fags bugging me but was happy about my defense towards the annoying fags. I whistled a while to him and he stayed green for my happy whistles, and stayed red for my sad whistles. I proceeded to walk on after saying goodbye. He stayed red for awhile which was sad since I knew he was rather depressed that I was leaving. I really enjoyed his company.
Now lets talk about my melody for a little bit.
Last night I had the unescapable opportunity to goto the christmas party, now the possibility of the unspeakable popped into my head repeatedly (I will not speak the unspeakable just beause it is that of the word which is chosen to speak it). Anyways I proceeded to this party with who is known as "Technical Sergeant Aleshire and Penguins". On the way we picked up the totally smashed travis.mathison and proceeded to the party. I had this hinting suspicion that he wasn't as "trashed" as he appeared to be. This is reserved for a future story though. After finding a place to park, we moved to the party, walked in the door, stopped aleshire talked to a few people, then we entered a huge area fully loaded with the most annoying people I have had the displeasure of eyeing. went to the chair. sat down. travis takes off in his direction, barre and aleshire decide to talk. I proceed out the way I came. find a hidden wall outside, smoke 2 cigs, go inside, grab a drink, smoke drink till cup is empty, walk outside, sit on a park bench. 30 - 45 minutes go by. Pondering the wonders of life. Go inside. smoke more cigs. Grab another drink. try to find a ride home, walk outside. smoke
walk inside
smoke
people bug the fuck out of me while im smoking, trying to find out why im depressed?
and when I tell them "I don't want to be here"
they go off on how their lost kitten fufu has been smashed by a chicken that was driving a BMW or some shit? Like I fucking care.. These people just did not understand the simple fact that I wanted to be left alone.. I tried everything. I tried the perverse way by staring at their chest and praying they think me a sexual oriented person and walk away, then tried staring at their crotch to make them think I was a fag so they would have nothing to do with me, nothing.. not one fucking thing. they kept talking on and on and on and on and on going on about god knows what on their life story to express themselves to me to prove that I am not the only one who didn't want to be at the party.
if they honestly didn't want to be there, why the hell couldn't they give me a ride home?
Eventually I found a ride.
I came home. I got pissed. I kicked shit all over my room for being forced to go. I don't understand that though. Was I angry that I went? because I reallly really hated that event with a passion. I cannot stand massive amounts of people. Why don't I fit in? Why can't I be happy with people around me? when it is a 1 on 1 with people I know, or a circle of people I know, it is alright, but when this massive load of people get together all I think about is how pathetic all these peoples lives are.. with the exception of a few. People say not to judge a situation before you are in it and can understand everything about it, yet I cannot help but judge. in, out, before, after.People smile like everything is alright all the time. Now with my facade lifestyle in the office of being the happy chipper mother fucker this may sound hypocritical, so keep in mind I am insulting myself as well... but god why? I do not understand these urges from these people...I try I portray this happy person, I've done it for god knows how long (going on 3 months or so?) and I still cannot find the will to be like that every minute of my life. I wonder if people go home from their day at work cursing themselves for the pretended life that they give off? a radiant aura of bullshit. I know when i come home, I feel fucking horrible for not treating everyone like shit and smearing people into the fucking ground for their fuckups.
Just because I pretend to be someone, doesn't mean I am that one. Deep inside i am a 12 year old kid crying for answers that arn't given, a beaten animal that no one cares about. I feel like I am the one everyone uses to make their lives feel better.
See? look at him. if it wasn't for soandso you would have a life like that. you would be like that. without this medication you would end up in that situation.
I may be afraid, I may be scared of everything, I may hear voices that tell me things, I may be everything despised by all of humanity for my negativity, but I am glad that I am alive and feel the pain of life more than all the superficial fucks who live their lives in a collapsable world.
what is my melody?
sad? depressed? angst filled?
am I the forgotten forlorn tune of a life that could have been?
am I truely free of everything I hate? or just another pawn?
the beaten victim under the lamp that no one cares for, simply because they do not wish to get involved.
how can I find out?
before I die will I know my tune? my whistle?
what is your story?
what is your melody?