back off you cow this is my special day
people who love the night so much shouldn't be afraid of the dark...sometimes you need sunglasses to stare at the monitor...and you just can't find any. mutant again...blast it. ok...so..
there was this boy i knew...he would turn whiter with every step he climbed. and whiter still when he came back down. it was insane...he would mumble something in his mouth and still be very quiet when he would climb stairs...he stumbled alot but never fell. like a tight rope walker above the depths of hell. it was hypnotic watching him climb away and sometimes i'd just don't know what to say...he would seem genuinely kingly at times like these... and yet so many times i've heard him say please, to all these different characters from out of my mind...from the innermost pockets to whatever else i could find. it was frankly bizarre the way he could still command...a form of respect that many would demand, but never ever aquire because in real life you tire and decide that it's just not worth it except that it is and you know you couldn't earn it. he would walk around in lanes never thinking of his pains and all related with excess because he knew his only success so far, had been, redemption from sin...
some time later i was shaking his hand and it got hard for me to stand, for in that moment i noticed a white line, straight but broken and yet very very fine, that ran the length of his palm. it was nothing to worry about so i was calm and i asked him about it...brought it up in the conversation, casually like a zit. and he didn't seem to know what i was talking about. i thought he was joking so i nearly started to shout at the guy who i knew was trying to lie or decieve me into believing something i can percieve is unreal...how does that make you feel? strange? surreal?
i've seen the boy around, not that he wants to be found...i mean it doesn't really matter to him which is kind of annoying but you have to get over it and try to live your own life without having to taste the minds of others all the time...it's almost a crime though that we can't have this one delicacy which is so far more than all the rest that they have to offer in these thrift shops of humanity...sadly it leaves little room for us to grow and to groom all our peeves before this strange boy leaves.
i saw this really wierd indian movie song the other day on t.v....this gross looking man and this really gross looking woman were "dancing"...they semed to alternate between dry humping one another and synchronised cardiovascular workouts...it was insane...gross...and they were not dressed appropriately for the goddamn workout...nobody really cares about what the woman is wearing...too desensitized...but if the man is all gooey and not wearing clothes...it does serious damage to your groin area...the loin lay dead like lead in my bed...
independant movies are becoming crappier by the second. we should watch this movie...this guy was holding onto this balloon thing and then suddenly it escapes and winona ryder starts laughing...i'll find out what the name of the movie was if i don't fall off the chair. have to watch garden state as well...or anything by kevin smith. i can't take matt dilon seriously...anything he does...anything...i will not believe him...it's just...ridiculous...i find him credulous. slurry speech...going down. who's HE kidding?
there was this boy i knew...he would turn whiter with every step he climbed. and whiter still when he came back down. it was insane...he would mumble something in his mouth and still be very quiet when he would climb stairs...he stumbled alot but never fell. like a tight rope walker above the depths of hell. it was hypnotic watching him climb away and sometimes i'd just don't know what to say...he would seem genuinely kingly at times like these... and yet so many times i've heard him say please, to all these different characters from out of my mind...from the innermost pockets to whatever else i could find. it was frankly bizarre the way he could still command...a form of respect that many would demand, but never ever aquire because in real life you tire and decide that it's just not worth it except that it is and you know you couldn't earn it. he would walk around in lanes never thinking of his pains and all related with excess because he knew his only success so far, had been, redemption from sin...
some time later i was shaking his hand and it got hard for me to stand, for in that moment i noticed a white line, straight but broken and yet very very fine, that ran the length of his palm. it was nothing to worry about so i was calm and i asked him about it...brought it up in the conversation, casually like a zit. and he didn't seem to know what i was talking about. i thought he was joking so i nearly started to shout at the guy who i knew was trying to lie or decieve me into believing something i can percieve is unreal...how does that make you feel? strange? surreal?
i've seen the boy around, not that he wants to be found...i mean it doesn't really matter to him which is kind of annoying but you have to get over it and try to live your own life without having to taste the minds of others all the time...it's almost a crime though that we can't have this one delicacy which is so far more than all the rest that they have to offer in these thrift shops of humanity...sadly it leaves little room for us to grow and to groom all our peeves before this strange boy leaves.
i saw this really wierd indian movie song the other day on t.v....this gross looking man and this really gross looking woman were "dancing"...they semed to alternate between dry humping one another and synchronised cardiovascular workouts...it was insane...gross...and they were not dressed appropriately for the goddamn workout...nobody really cares about what the woman is wearing...too desensitized...but if the man is all gooey and not wearing clothes...it does serious damage to your groin area...the loin lay dead like lead in my bed...
independant movies are becoming crappier by the second. we should watch this movie...this guy was holding onto this balloon thing and then suddenly it escapes and winona ryder starts laughing...i'll find out what the name of the movie was if i don't fall off the chair. have to watch garden state as well...or anything by kevin smith. i can't take matt dilon seriously...anything he does...anything...i will not believe him...it's just...ridiculous...i find him credulous. slurry speech...going down. who's HE kidding?
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