I don't think I'm going to bother doing proper anything for this writing. i'm to fucking tired to even look at what i'm writing. i just felt like writing...
I went out for a smoke before my shower, and I saw two ants. I looked at them starting at two seperate corners. I thought to myself one word, "fate". If fate existed, these two ants were destined to meet. no matter what the peril, it was in their future to meet just once. Continue the smoke, ash, spit, and random objects thrown or strategically placed in the path of these ants to create a barrier.
It must be strange to be an ant, and view things the way they do. These two witnessed mountains being built, lakes falling from the sky, meteors falling upon them, yet they didn't even think twice, they both just kept on heading at eachother. Every once in awhile, they would turn away for a few seconds, start walking the other way, then would just go back the same path. Eventually they met. I stared at them for a second, closed my eyes, cursed everything for ever thinking of a creation like me, opened my eyes, and they were gone.
the lakes of spit were evaporating, the meteor shower ash blew away, all that remained were the rocks. The mountains created by a man who doesn't even know what he is, where he belongs, or even his past that he has lived, with the simple memories of regret that he has.
Walk away.
Shower.
Clean.
Dry.
Shave.
Another day without sleep, routine.
Stare at the mirror.
random hair falling out, never combing my hair, or getting haircuts is the reason.
Drawer.
Hair Utility.
I start combing my hair.
stroke after stroke, lost in the mirrors blinding reflection.
after about 10 minutes or so, I stop.
I stare at the comb, I see red dots.
Pressed to hard. Mistake.
Shower
Clean
Red
Dirty
I complete.
I walk to my laptop chair holder. Grab another cig. Go smoke.
Nothing comes to mind.
Previously today, I decided to do a christian singles webpage. I laughed for about 2 hours on the questions which I had jef and Q answer on what they thought my responses would be.
on their scales of 1 to 7, I was extreme in every aspect with the exception of two, those two were warm, cold.
I couldn't understand the questions, and neither could jef or Q. They were stoned out of their heads, and I was contacted.
I hate weed.
I failed this test.
For some reason, I always thought it was impossible to fail a personality test that was used to match with other people.
I failed.
The site pretty much said, "tough luck finding anyone anywhere you fucking worthless trash that god created from his own sick twisted ass mind".
It was rather disheartening.
After going out for a smoke and crashing in the pitch black on a skateboard with a concrete strip 3 panels wide, I ended up laughing it off.
I sit in this named town of nameless people, and I wait.
People have asked me why I am here for now, I use the excuse I am going to tempe soon.
in reality I came here to escape
When I look out anywhere, north, south, east, west... all i see is nothing, Houses no one exists in because they are winter rats, lifeless desert.
random creatures that have no meaning or use except to keep a balance of nature (which some I guess will argue is a big roll, however to me it is very little. personal opinion, deal with it).
He's Dead! This boy is completely dead in a Taro-kun manner!
I said he's not Taro-kun
REVIVE!
yes, I did it! Taro-kun is alive again!
Oh really?
Good thing he's not a taro, if he was a taro it would've been dangerous, He would've been dead for sure
Lucky me!
BONG
Finishing blow?
What? It's not comming out!
Guess I'll hit him again
He hit his head, so please don't move him
Owwwww!!
What the hell are you doing?
What? CPR?
Not that.
Did she tongue you?
You're useless!
What are you saying??
Wow.. She's fast
She must have been over 20
Want to go to the hospital?
A Stupid adult who didn't grow up on the inside...
That looks painful....
FLCL is great.
I went out for a smoke before my shower, and I saw two ants. I looked at them starting at two seperate corners. I thought to myself one word, "fate". If fate existed, these two ants were destined to meet. no matter what the peril, it was in their future to meet just once. Continue the smoke, ash, spit, and random objects thrown or strategically placed in the path of these ants to create a barrier.
It must be strange to be an ant, and view things the way they do. These two witnessed mountains being built, lakes falling from the sky, meteors falling upon them, yet they didn't even think twice, they both just kept on heading at eachother. Every once in awhile, they would turn away for a few seconds, start walking the other way, then would just go back the same path. Eventually they met. I stared at them for a second, closed my eyes, cursed everything for ever thinking of a creation like me, opened my eyes, and they were gone.
the lakes of spit were evaporating, the meteor shower ash blew away, all that remained were the rocks. The mountains created by a man who doesn't even know what he is, where he belongs, or even his past that he has lived, with the simple memories of regret that he has.
Walk away.
Shower.
Clean.
Dry.
Shave.
Another day without sleep, routine.
Stare at the mirror.
random hair falling out, never combing my hair, or getting haircuts is the reason.
Drawer.
Hair Utility.
I start combing my hair.
stroke after stroke, lost in the mirrors blinding reflection.
after about 10 minutes or so, I stop.
I stare at the comb, I see red dots.
Pressed to hard. Mistake.
Shower
Clean
Red
Dirty
I complete.
I walk to my laptop chair holder. Grab another cig. Go smoke.
Nothing comes to mind.
Previously today, I decided to do a christian singles webpage. I laughed for about 2 hours on the questions which I had jef and Q answer on what they thought my responses would be.
on their scales of 1 to 7, I was extreme in every aspect with the exception of two, those two were warm, cold.
I couldn't understand the questions, and neither could jef or Q. They were stoned out of their heads, and I was contacted.
I hate weed.
I failed this test.
For some reason, I always thought it was impossible to fail a personality test that was used to match with other people.
I failed.
The site pretty much said, "tough luck finding anyone anywhere you fucking worthless trash that god created from his own sick twisted ass mind".
It was rather disheartening.
After going out for a smoke and crashing in the pitch black on a skateboard with a concrete strip 3 panels wide, I ended up laughing it off.
I sit in this named town of nameless people, and I wait.
People have asked me why I am here for now, I use the excuse I am going to tempe soon.
in reality I came here to escape
When I look out anywhere, north, south, east, west... all i see is nothing, Houses no one exists in because they are winter rats, lifeless desert.
random creatures that have no meaning or use except to keep a balance of nature (which some I guess will argue is a big roll, however to me it is very little. personal opinion, deal with it).
He's Dead! This boy is completely dead in a Taro-kun manner!
I said he's not Taro-kun
REVIVE!
yes, I did it! Taro-kun is alive again!
Oh really?
Good thing he's not a taro, if he was a taro it would've been dangerous, He would've been dead for sure
Lucky me!
BONG
Finishing blow?
What? It's not comming out!
Guess I'll hit him again
He hit his head, so please don't move him
Owwwww!!
What the hell are you doing?
What? CPR?
Not that.
Did she tongue you?
You're useless!
What are you saying??
Wow.. She's fast
She must have been over 20
Want to go to the hospital?
A Stupid adult who didn't grow up on the inside...
That looks painful....
FLCL is great.