u know thiws times when ur soo fucking bored u feel like shovin a fork in ur eye just to wake up?!
well lets all meet the new me:" shizzle -one eye wolture- O'doom
i think ive learned something today about being lazy.
it is as if life is an itch, an itchy itch, and instead of itchin it, u cut off ur leg.
i mean u coudnt possibly have gone to the pharmacy and take a cream or W/E shit they give you to deal with it....u will just drag your lousy ass to the kitchen, take a sonofagun huge knife, and chop off ur damn itchy leg....
now dont be confused, im not saying it doesnt helps to get rid of the itch, it does.... but im not sure it is due to the fact that now the itch is on a pice of meat that u decide to store in your fregerator, or its just coz ur too busy to notice it, due to the fact that making the whole way to the frigerator made u scream, like a birhgiving Xmiddle class jewish neurich self centered in a middle of birth giving labours,bitch and bleed all over, like a slauthered yet willing to live, pig.
and in the end of all, if you actually make it without fainting, due to a true belief about the rightniosnes of you ways, wich does holds stong effect on the mind
u will wonder, is there a point?
well the point is not but that there is no romance around here.
there is no romance at all,
if you cut off ur leg, u still have to show up to work the day after coz no one will pay your bills, and u wonder, WTF i just did, i cut off my owh leg, im bleeding, it hurts like understanding that ur mother is black, now i will have a walkin ppattern of a gay cowboy who ate too much pudding and that u will die alone and a vergin, coz no one will date a chick with ounly one leg.....(the sex is just to funny to take serious)
so WTF then?
well, the catch is that if ur a person from the future u belive in the faith as u see it lays like tetris colourfull bricks in the eyes of your mind.....
so u hope, u blindlly belive that while u are asleep there will be a metior from space that will crash near by and somehow it will make ur leg grow back.
or if you are lame ... you might as well dessapear completly humming to yourself, im not here, it isnt happening.
yet in the end you wake up from the pain, dizzy and weak, loss of blood makes you feel numb and cold, and your nostrills idenifecate strong burning scent that somehow resembles amonia.
all the lights are blinding and the sounds are slow and loud, then after trying to rmember what the hell have happen, everything just stops moving.
silence, your mind folows the lightspot and u can hear your own heart beats and feel them moving your chest.
now you woke up the romance.
you start to remember the feelings of life that you have lost by ignorence and a will to stability.
suddenly lying there and being able to concentrate on your past emotions, that have actually occured, makes you feel happier then u have ever been before, you dont even mind the fact that you are alone, loveless, ordinary, talantless or meaningless.
in a minimal number of seconds you turn your past memories and sensations into a 3hrs movie, but a good one (like with a good soundtrack and not that gay 'lord of the ring' lame ass one who was made by a chick who belives in the power of colours to heal cancer, and with actual real life charachters that have a point and are sagnifecent to the plot line, not like in that gay 'Troy' movie wich was made out of a sctipt written on a toilet paper...and of course there is no super lame and -quitting the daliy job- gay slow motion, like in that realy lame and usless '300' wich makes you feel sorry for every second u wasted and coud actually waste on sleep or taking shit in the bathroom instead)
then u start regrating on all the decitions you made in life as you realise that your past is not bad and not good, it is interesting, it has no international meaning but it brings you mind and heart to life.
and then when u start being gay.
you wish to not stop living as you realise that the greed for emotions is taking over.
its gay.
you must realise that the thing you did on your own do not exite you as much as the things that happen to naturally,nor accidently.
ounly mistakes makes you remember the success.
so where is the romance?
well the ramance is in the place where the feels lays.
and if you feel guilty that is less romantic then feeling responcible.
so what im trying to say is:" i would rather cut my legs off and die pointless then to live up my life to the best standarts and remember shitloads of usless crap and selfsatisfaction that i can in the end shove up my ass and moan"
(baby im realy sorry for what i have put you trough, i hope you realise how emportaint you are to me....im not saying i wount do it again, but i will try not to....)
luv-Shizz
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