in high school, I wrote a little story. I read it in class to everyone. it was about a day in school, from my perspective. all people were zombies or dictators and morons. it was pretty funny actually. not to me of course (I tried to be funny but I thought it was not that funny), because I just wrote what I was seeing. but everyone laughed. I got standing ovation, EVERYONE including my teacher.
I just remembered those days. those long gone days. I have some writing experience from my young life. I was/am really interested in writing. but it did not happen. I just stopped. it makes me sad. I thought I had a talent.
maybe I’ll type the thing if I find that piece of paper ever or maybe I’ll just write it all again for Tumblr (not that anyone cares or is interested).
I once went on a hunger strike. 1 days later and I suddenly realize: fuck! I haven’t told anyone about this!
fuck you guys!
I hung around dashboard for a while. now I:
1. feel like shit for not appreciating life
2. hate myself for my not-accomplished goals
3. am thinking suicide because I don’t have a love in my life
FUCK YOU ALL
buying an exercise equipment from a shopping network on TV is like listening to Christmas songs at this time of year. it just shows how much you miss something and it will not cure anything.
it’s a woman, will pepper spray you
it’s a homosexual, will come after you
it’s a dumb douche, will punch you
and anyone else will fucking ignore you
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
there! I said a nifty thing. compete!
maybe good looking men too. but I can’t decide that. I don’t see men that way. I’m a boy.
it’s a teen vampires & teen werewolves & teen superheroes & normal teen people gathering but in a very romantic way with a lot of love scenes.
I’m gonna make millions.
is a fresh stick of Montana cigarets. may I rest in peace.
also I give away my laptop to homeless. introduce Tumblr to them. they deserve it.
you’re kind because you’re in need…
you’re honest because you’re simple…
you’re quiet because you’re a moron…
you’re worried because you’re lonely…
you’re loyal because you have no one…
and they repeat and repeat, until YOU believe your loneliness, your brainlessness, your neediness…
what a way…what a way…
a guy decides that he want to find himself a wife. goes to his father and tells him: father, I want me a wife. the man says: how long is your penis?
guy: I don’t know. 10 CMs maybe.
father: go practice and use medical techniques to make it 25 CMs. then I’ll find you a wife.
poor bastard takes off and does what his dad told him. 9 months after, he returns to his father and talks that he indeed increased his penis length and it is more than what his dad asked him.
father: bravo! now take your dick and push it straight in your own ass hole. you don’t need extra holes. they are expensive. also they are contaminated with diseases son.