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srsizzy
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This is some bull random stuff I wrote in a tired frenzy. Perhaps you can discuss or debate it or something. Some of it makes no sense, some of it makes some sense but doesn't matter, and some of it is mildly relevant to life. It just started with me randomly chatting withsomeone and trying to be funny, then I decided to write more. I don't even know...think what you will.
Pre-post tl;dr: Random paragraphs about random things. Almost absolute nonsense. But a few of them are serious...kind of. Fuck, I don't know.
At night doves whisper through my window. "One more day," they say. "One more day until they die..." They say if I tell anyone about them or their secret operation then they'll peck out my eyes ... Am I insane, or just in love?
The marbles rolled down the chimney with the soft pitter patter of wolves feet. The full moon was out, it was incredibly apparent what would happen next. Do you think the forest will be fun? Will there be apples in our new home?
My toes bleed after they itch. It's a kind of wooly sensation. I feel the scratch of the nails, but I don't mind. It satisfies the desire of many little cells. They die happy, and let the life flow out in little drops...why? I don't know, it just happens.
When the faucet leaks, well that's when you lose everything. Like sorrow and happiness dripping out of you, puddling in that little cabinet below the sink and being forgotten. Remember that little cabinet sometimes, that's where you keep the floor cleaner and new sponges.
I keep my mop outside to dry. Sometimes when I mop it isn't sunny, so my mop just sits out there, alone, wet, and helpless. Maybe some day we'll believe that the moon is more mirror than cheese, and it will reflect sunlight onto my mop. Then maybe, just maybe, my mop will dry at night.
When I walk through the forest, or just by neighbors' lawns, I pick at the leaves. Sometimes I have a knife or a stick, and I chop them. Does nature scream in agony when I do these little things, is it like paper cuts on her fingers? Or does she love it because I am doing what I was born to do ...
Yesterday I burned my flesh. I put a little salt on it, because the raw hurting skin reminded me of a slug for some odd reason. For a few lasting points on the time line I thought maybe I could make my flesh turn inside out, and then I could see just a bit of my true self. Alas, it merely stung, and all I learned is that salt does nothing for burns ... it just disappoints.
When we cut ourselves does our life really leak out? Or does death leak in? So that every little wound lets in a little more death ... Someone should do a study on those who live longer. Perhaps they were just more careful in keeping death out ... that reminds me, I need a new suit of armor.
Mosquito hawks ... they are like giant mosquitoes ... but they eat the little ones. Perhaps mosquitoes are just cannibalistic, and the more of their brethren that they devour the larger they grow. That's an interesting concept ... are friends more important than being a giant? I'd no longer need their help to get to high places ...
Headphones break often. It's like the entire industry is relying on the fact that they'll brake so we can buy new ones. It's like Roller Coaster Tycoon, because roller coasters break and people die ... well, people don't die in headphones ... unless they fall asleep and the cord strangles them.
Sometimes it's like life was modeled after video games. You do things to earn experience, you get money, you buy better things ... it's almost exactly the same sometimes. Oh ... wait.
How many calories do we lose when we breathe? The constant moving of the diaphragm, it's got to count for something. How about when we masturbate? Is 2000 enough for every day? We walk, we talk. If we add exorcise to the equation, we'll truly starve.
Sometimes I think about what it would be like if I could stop time. I'll admit, I've thought of being able to stop time and have sex with someone without them knowing. Is that rape? What if they wanted it and I just didn't know. Can I really trust that they didn't? I guess we're just safer not knowing these things.
Superpowers ... everyone always asks which one I want. I try to think of whichever one gives me the most advantage. I want to fly, be super strong ... but wanting superpowers is ridiculous. Why want something you can never have?
At first things we don't understand seem like nonsense. Math, French, Science, we think "That's stupid." If I don't understand it than it must be stupid. But if you read it twice or thrice, maybe you'll be the stupid one. Reality can't be stupid, it just is. You, on the other hand, can be stupid, and it's okay sometimes.
Pre-post tl;dr: Random paragraphs about random things. Almost absolute nonsense. But a few of them are serious...kind of. Fuck, I don't know.
At night doves whisper through my window. "One more day," they say. "One more day until they die..." They say if I tell anyone about them or their secret operation then they'll peck out my eyes ... Am I insane, or just in love?
The marbles rolled down the chimney with the soft pitter patter of wolves feet. The full moon was out, it was incredibly apparent what would happen next. Do you think the forest will be fun? Will there be apples in our new home?
My toes bleed after they itch. It's a kind of wooly sensation. I feel the scratch of the nails, but I don't mind. It satisfies the desire of many little cells. They die happy, and let the life flow out in little drops...why? I don't know, it just happens.
When the faucet leaks, well that's when you lose everything. Like sorrow and happiness dripping out of you, puddling in that little cabinet below the sink and being forgotten. Remember that little cabinet sometimes, that's where you keep the floor cleaner and new sponges.
I keep my mop outside to dry. Sometimes when I mop it isn't sunny, so my mop just sits out there, alone, wet, and helpless. Maybe some day we'll believe that the moon is more mirror than cheese, and it will reflect sunlight onto my mop. Then maybe, just maybe, my mop will dry at night.
When I walk through the forest, or just by neighbors' lawns, I pick at the leaves. Sometimes I have a knife or a stick, and I chop them. Does nature scream in agony when I do these little things, is it like paper cuts on her fingers? Or does she love it because I am doing what I was born to do ...
Yesterday I burned my flesh. I put a little salt on it, because the raw hurting skin reminded me of a slug for some odd reason. For a few lasting points on the time line I thought maybe I could make my flesh turn inside out, and then I could see just a bit of my true self. Alas, it merely stung, and all I learned is that salt does nothing for burns ... it just disappoints.
When we cut ourselves does our life really leak out? Or does death leak in? So that every little wound lets in a little more death ... Someone should do a study on those who live longer. Perhaps they were just more careful in keeping death out ... that reminds me, I need a new suit of armor.
Mosquito hawks ... they are like giant mosquitoes ... but they eat the little ones. Perhaps mosquitoes are just cannibalistic, and the more of their brethren that they devour the larger they grow. That's an interesting concept ... are friends more important than being a giant? I'd no longer need their help to get to high places ...
Headphones break often. It's like the entire industry is relying on the fact that they'll brake so we can buy new ones. It's like Roller Coaster Tycoon, because roller coasters break and people die ... well, people don't die in headphones ... unless they fall asleep and the cord strangles them.
Sometimes it's like life was modeled after video games. You do things to earn experience, you get money, you buy better things ... it's almost exactly the same sometimes. Oh ... wait.
How many calories do we lose when we breathe? The constant moving of the diaphragm, it's got to count for something. How about when we masturbate? Is 2000 enough for every day? We walk, we talk. If we add exorcise to the equation, we'll truly starve.
Sometimes I think about what it would be like if I could stop time. I'll admit, I've thought of being able to stop time and have sex with someone without them knowing. Is that rape? What if they wanted it and I just didn't know. Can I really trust that they didn't? I guess we're just safer not knowing these things.
Superpowers ... everyone always asks which one I want. I try to think of whichever one gives me the most advantage. I want to fly, be super strong ... but wanting superpowers is ridiculous. Why want something you can never have?
At first things we don't understand seem like nonsense. Math, French, Science, we think "That's stupid." If I don't understand it than it must be stupid. But if you read it twice or thrice, maybe you'll be the stupid one. Reality can't be stupid, it just is. You, on the other hand, can be stupid, and it's okay sometimes.
BRO LET ME GET REAL WITH YOU AND SAY THAT MY FINGERS ARE PREPPED AND HOT LIKE THE SURFACE OF THE SUN TO BRING RADICAL BEATS SO SMOOTH THE SHIT WILL BE MEDICINAL-GRADE TRIPNASTY MAKING ALL BRAINWAVES ROLL ON THE SURFACE OF A BALLS-FEISTY NEURAL RAINBOW CRACKA-LACKIN' YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE HERE-NOW SPACE-TIME SITUATION THAT ALL OF LIFE BE JAMMED UP IN THROUGH THE UNIVERSAL FLOW BEATS
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