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| Insomniac Macabre
2:45 AM
After trying to sleep for an hour it's only natural that I can't.
Funny thing it is, that sleep. Kind of like spontaneously having
a turtle head during the middle of a car ride. It tickles your
asshole at the most inopportune times, yet won't come when you want it
to.
A cigarette would be great right now to kill this headache, maybe even
some weed. On second thought, getting piss ass drunk right now
would be best. But even so, you can't murder the culprit without
breaking the law. I hear the punishment for suicide is rather
strict these days.
My body feels cold and heavy, as it has been the last few days.
Rather ominous sign if you ask me. The last time this had
happened I ended up walking out on my parents and leaving home for the
better part of half a year. All that need happen now is something
to give me substantial evidence of G-Man's dicklessness.
Bring it on asshole. I'm ready for anything you throw at
me. If you're going to shit on me, you might as well do it
now.
Of course there's no response, what god would concern themself with the woes of post-teenage angst?
I would...a-hoo-hoo-hoo!
But really what does it matter? A masked burglar might as well
break into my house now and shoot me in my sleep. Although quite
honestly I'd much rather be killed by a 7 foot tall werewolf armed with
a hugeass balisong. At least it's an interesting water cooler
story to tell in hell.
I dwell on the future, but scenarios of doom are all that are
engendered. Death. It's inevitable isn't it? I've
seen enough of the world already to know that it's full of shit.
Wading through the third cesspool from the sun is somehow less
comforting than a scythe to the heart.
Will thought out, nothing to lose, mind full of murder, knife in hand,
blade to the wrist, I grin at Grim, give his bony ass a nod and
tell him I'm ready.
On second thought let me get filthy rich, marry the girl of my dreams, and live a long, prosperous life.
Much to his disappointment I tell Grim, yet again, that now is not the
time. He'll be back of course. Next year, maybe next month,
perhaps next week, or even tomorrow. As he disappears back into
the shadows I thrust my hand out to where his butt would be if he were
flesh and blood, lift a finger up his imaginary asshole, and give his
tailbone a tickle. Grim turns around and gives me an angry look,
or well, the best imitation of an angry look that an expressionless
skull can make, and is gone.
And I'll keep on tickling until the day I die.
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| Against all reasonability and albeit a bit short, I give you...
High Thoughts, Part III
So limited was I by my own legs, that I forgot to stand.
Any breakfast value Extra Value Meal.
What? You haven't eaten in 22 years? How are you still ALIVE?
The Will Smith Joke:
Man, I bet if Will Smith was born in the 1700s even then they'd
think
he was white. Some rich white guy would be like, "Boy, go white
wash my fence!" and Lil' Will would be like, "No sir! Why don't I jus white
wash maself?" and he would be all white washin himself and then say,
"See! I'm white!" and then the old man would be like, "OH sorry
little boy, I didn't realize you was white. I don't have to
persecate you or send you into slavery. No, you just like one of
my sons! Why don't you come here and lemme give you lots of money
to do nuthin!" Happily Ever After. The End. Until
Will2k that is...
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| So I'm cruising with Ross at Kalaha and we decide to take a look
through Tower Records. When we get there Ross happens to point
out a
certain movie that came out on DVD. It just so happened to be...
HIGH TENSION
So of course I bought that shit. Just for the head fucking scene, of course. Nah nah.
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| speaking from the heart (no rhyme, no bullshit)
i'd just like to thank everyone who has helped me out this past
summer. without the help of my true niggas (you all know who you
are) i don't think i would be where i am today. i realize that i
can't ever do enough for you guys for what you have done for me.
i'll always be grateful for all the support you all gave me.
before i left, my parents had said that my friends would not be there
for me at all and that they were the only two people i could rely
on. i'm glad you guys proved those assholes wrong; you're the
best friends i could have ever asked for.
And so almost three months after walking out on that fateful day of
July 19, 2005, life seems to be looking up. My transfer app is
turned in, I (finally) got my license, and I feel better about life in
general. I feel like I've done more with my life in the past few
weeks than I ever had in the past several years under my parents.
About my parents...they just moved out from my grandparents' house as
well, so I moved back in. It feels good to be sleeping on a real
bed after almost two months of the floor. It's great to be home.
TADAIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!
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| All I have to say right now is...
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT DETOX SHAKES TASTE LIKE FUCKING ASS. THIS
SHIT BETTER FUCKIN WORK BECAUSE IT REALLY DIDN'T COST 50 BUCKS.
And that is why I should just stay clean and not toke it up...
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