zombieshark

my experiment in self depravation to combat illness seems to be going well, i've already begun to feel better and all it took was pills and water mmmm-mmm.
fuck food, fuck caloric intake.. if my body wants to go and get the flu, then damnit, ill should it who's the real boss of me.. that son of a bitch.


how a dream ends is usually a matter of no importance. it seems as if.. good or bad, waking from a dream is usually of malignant consequence. although nightmares which may have caused near heart-stopping fear to course through your body at the time of the dreaming may now bring a smile to your face as you recall the absurd details, ...the same dreams may also burn into your subconscious the fear of an unknown, which you may never recover from. or on the other hand ..much to my own dismay, a dream vision of something i have wished for, since the moment in time it was borne upon my memory, never fails to drive an icy needle into my heart when even a whisper of it happens to cross my mind.
to dream is to know happiness in it's purest form,
to wake is to feel torment at it's most vehement.
but,
without these as a guide.. some of us would be nothing.

today as i was driving my car, which is a horrid little car i admit, but no worse than any other car in this town.. i pulled up to a stop sign and these 4 little girls said "hey, nice car." i laughed and said thanks.. where upon one yelled, "NO! IT'S A CRAPPY CAR." and they all proceeded to start shrieking "crappy car! crappy car!" at me.. so i flipped them off as i drove away.
i couldn't believe it.. what the fuck? i hate kids.
if i see them again, i'll beat up their parents for raising shitty little rat-babies.