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ImpressionsYou wasted a lot of hours wondering, didn't you? Breaking the very pointless into the extremely pointless, and degrading the extremely to the impossibly. But I can assure you, that no matter how pointless those thoughts are, the action itself holds meaning. To reduce everything in this world to rubble is to understand the universe at a primal level.
At first, I feel inclined to regret it. To advise you not to do it. Yet, I know such a request would be superfluous and even counter-intuitive. After all, I know you like I know myself. I know that such a warning would not deter you, but riddle you with curiosity until making you shatter in one prolonged episode of moral depravity.
So I won't tell you to stop. In fact, I will tell you the opposite. Do it. Do it as quick as you can. As much as you can. As healthy as you can. The sooner you discover the truth that I wish I could have never known, the sooner you can get past it. The sooner you can accept it. Your life doesn't have to be
VoicesYou're one of the most fascinating people I know.
Really. It's true!
But that doesn't make you good. It doesn't make you right, either Maybe I'm not the person to make that call, since I don't really know what either of those things are; however, I'm confident they are not you.
You live a very ironic existence, don't you? Purposeless and apathetic. Only finding motivation in the petty and the depressing. And you wonder why you hate life. You've never lived a day of it. You watch other people live it, and you wish you had what they have But you can't. You can't ever be like them, can you?
See! That's why you're so interesting! Anybody different is met with curiosity. Anything that breaks the norm is a learning experience.
But some people are different and typical at the same time. They have these unique quirks about them that make them seem interesting on the first glance; but it is only upon close examination does one realize how typical they really are.
I have trouble with
Sewer ManIt felt instantaneous. As if I had gone to sleep normal, and woke up deranged. As if in a single moment, I had become what I am. I don't deny it, either my being deranged, that is. Any man, and I use the term "man" loosely, is deranged if they stray too far from the social focal point; and by God have I done that much!
It started as a fascination, grew to be an active interest, and eventually became what I recognize to be an obsession. I even remember the day that I completely regarded myself as obsessed or rather, deranged. I remember my insanity became so consuming that I submitted my humanity to it. Yes, that is why I use the term "man" loosely, because I often question if I am one.
To me, a "man" is one who thrives in social environments. There are odd balls, but even those who are troubled are still "man." However, sometimes you get these exceptions. You get these transgenders. These people who may or may not have social skills, just as a male in a female's body may
Note to SelfYou. Yes, you. This note has been written specifically to you and its contents are of the utmost importance.
Why should you trust me?
I am you from the future.
If you tell anyone this note exists, they either won't believe you or they won't understand the significance. The words will mean nothing to the stubborn and will be impossibly dilute to the gullible. You are alone in this.
I have written this to warn you.
In exactly thirteen minutes, you will die. You need to evacuate your home as quickly as possible. Once again, if you don't, you will die.
I don't have the time to explain the complex series of events that have led up to this moment, just realize that this is a matter of life and death for us both. Do not throw our life away. Please, get out immediately.
If you don't want to leave, AT LEAST turn on all the lights you can find. Then there is a chance it won't find you. A slim chance.
Before I end this message, I must stress what I said earlier: I am you from the future. I
SometimesI wish I could understand myself better.
I want to know what to do.
There is this constant feeling of lethargy crawling on my skin. There is this sudden and fleeting turmoil in my body. And no matter what I try, it never goes away.
Sometimes I'm depressed, other times not. Well, I'm always a little depressed, because that is just how it is. Depression seems to go hand in hand with confusion; at least, it does when you're confused about yourself. How could it not? We are the most important things in this universe.
The universe is seen through us, by us. By not understanding myself, by feeling this chaotic, lethargic, confusion, I'm not understanding the universe which is the most important thing in ourselves.
I've learned a lot through introspection and comparison. I give them credit for my pseudo-intellectualism. Pseudo-intellectualism being the title I dub my ability to appear far more intelligent than I actually am. Then again, I guess I could call it the same thing everybody
At the GymAt the gym
Written by Jack Derril and Katrina Zwicker
Jderril said the following:
Walking towards the gym, there is only one thing on my mind. "Today is the day; I will approach her for sure". I only moved to this beach town a few months ago, and when I took a membership at this gym she worked the desk. She captured me from the moment I first laid eyes on her. She works as a personal trainer at this gym, a truly unique woman. However I had already told myself to approach her the past dozen times I went to the gym, so who am I kidding here?
The sun shines brightly on this hot summer day, almost a shame to spend time indoors on a day like this. Walking into the gym, I take off my sunglasses, greeted by the cool soothing air of the air conditioner. I check the ground floor. "She isn't here" In disappointment, I head on to the locker room to get changed.
Before putting away my phone, I quickly check my workout scheme. "Chest and arms today". My favorite workout of the week! I st
Suck It Up 'Listen, I understand what it is you think you want, Cassie, but—'
'I know what I want. And my name is Cassandra.'
'Alright, fine, whatever, but I'm saying, you don't know what you're—'
'I know exactly what I'm getting into, Dominik. I want you to turn me.'
Dominic sighed, exasperated. She was pronouncing his name in that weird way again. 'Look, Cassie. Cassandra. Whatever. You're a nice girl and all, but you really don't understand what you're asking of me. It's not... like... it's not as easy as you think it is. It's not just one quick bite and you get to live forever. It's a long process, it's painful...'
'I don't care if it's painful.' She yanked her collar down dramatically, still fixing him with that dark intense gaze of hers. 'I want it.'
'For fuck's sake,' Dominic muttered, making a noise of strained exasperation. 'Okay, I can see I'm not getting through to you so I'm just going to leave. See you in English, I guess.'
Ticking Time BombAugust 11th, 2014
Monday Night RAW
As Seth and Roxanna headed up the ramp after his match, Seth paused on stage, casting a wary glance at the presents for Hulk Hogan's birthday celebration. Looking over at Roxanna, she shook her head, figuring Dean and Krista were nowhere close by. Then out of the blue, "Nuts" by CFO$ began playing, Seth and Roxanna startling in surprise at Dean's theme. But instead of Dean, Krista walked out on stage (without her crutch), a wicked smirk on her face. It took a moment for them to recover, but then Seth and Roxanna began laughing in Krista's face, asking if they were supposed to be scared of her.
The darkhaired Diva shrugged, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Then there was a loud ripping sound, Dean appearing from the large wrapped present on the stage. He immediately pounced on Seth, hammering away with hard rights and lefts. Krista took the opportunity to swing at Roxanna, the two women trading blows back and forth. As their men fought dow
3 Crusaders, 1 Gem, And One Ticklish RainbowIt starts with Rarity handing a dress to her final customer for the day. After the customer leaves, Rarity sits down. She was stressed out all day. She needs a break or something to make her satisfied, she then remembers what happened when Applejack went to a rodeo. She fell off the chariot they were chasing Applejack with. They could have stopped and help her, but noooooo, they HAD to keep going, and it was all because of Rainbow Dash. Rarity wanted payback, but can't think of anything. While she was thinking about that, Rainbow Dash comes in with the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
Rarity: Oh, hey Rainbow Dash.
Rarity: *Sees the CMC* Hi girls.
Apple Bloom: Hi, Rarity
Scootaloo: (Smiling) Rainbow Dash is foalsitting us.
Rarity: Really? Why?
Rainbow Dash: Applejack and Fluttershy were busy,Pinkie Pie is busy delivering a cake to another town, and Twilight is in the castle doing princess stuff or whatever. Seeing as you are done, I thought I should get a little help.
Rarity: Why I would
Blew AwayBerry ever wonders if she could ever feel loved or happy, unsure at the moment when things take a toll on her shoulders and what she really sees.
Her gray eyes see in their point of view of being alone and overlooked. She is tiny, but is often overlooked by her Cybertronian friends. What she really wants is to be loved and happy. One bot was sweet enough for her and fairly kind. Though in his optics he sees many of his friends, but rarely of his sparkmate, Berry.
She feels as if she is being disregarded all the time when his friends come. She tries to show him love and affection, but he only replies in a simple statement before returning his attention back to his friends.
It made her sad and lonely. As if she didn’t want to be a part of the group anymore and just leave.
And every time she leaves she always thinks of a place she would love to go and try to be happy elsewhere. With Drift always on her mind she didn’t know what to do at that point. She felt sad and lonely. Unn
She heard a soft hiss among the moss and leaves, but merely brushed it off as a sleeping animal.
"Ah, what a beautiful day. I should pick some fruit from the trees today." She smiled to herself, at peace among the garden.
The hiss came again, but along with it came a seducingly sweet scent. A scent that the woman knew all too well.
"The forbidden tree..." She paused alongside the path, gazing with wonder at the glittering leaves and shimmering bark. The fruit, untouched and forever ripe, had crystal droplets suspended on its firm skin. Each fruit seemed brimming with juice and flavor, and they were plump and brimming with life. And yet, the woman was unfazed by the temptation. It was then that she saw a wine red stain among the simmering foliage.
He was large, long and his eyes were an emerald green, gleaming with taunting happiness. He slunk his way down the boughs of the tree, lower and lower until his head was level with hers.
"Oh, this fruit! Such wonderful, sweet
by Misha Pawlowski
translated by Avram ibn-Sardar
Not trying to reveal my stances or beliefs...hereby I present:
Reading of the following text may seriously harm or displace your consciousness, and this displacement may lead to traumas and other serious changes in a human mind. Before reading, please check whether your consciousness is safe enough, and whether it really exists.
~ The Bottomline ~
“To bounce off the bottom, first we need to hit it hard”
Seeing straight perpendiculars, which altogether with the floor create a space nearing to you ever closer and close. Opening your eyes, they do not disappear, when you are in the room, simple four walls, so known and intimate – furniture, their shapes, spots and shadows with all the objects and clothing – your room with the window and the doors..
You are thinking, yet they, your thoughts rebound and are absorbed by the walls, so simple without any synthony, though in barest form, thought with
August 17th, 2014
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is the night that Krista Kelley finally gets her chance for revenge against Roxanna Savage and Ashley Levy!" Michael Cole was heard from commentary, getting ready for the Divas Championship match. "We just saw one title change when Dolph Ziggler beat the Miz, perhaps tonight's going to be Krista's big break!" The crowd roared with anticipation, as the fans had been waiting for Krista's revenge on Roxanna for a long time.
"Cole, I don't think Krista's walking away with the title, Ashley and Roxanna are going to do everything they can to make sure that the Divas Championship stays with the Authority! Can you imagine what it would be like if a lunatic like Krista won the Divas title?" JBL challenged his colleague's opinion, the two men then cut off by the introductions for the match.
"The following Divas match is scheduled for one fall and is a two-on-one handicap match for the Divas Championship!" The crowd in the Staples Arena
DreamsentGood ideas aren't hard to get--just expensive. Curing writer's block is like paying debt. We're here to help by offering nice and affordable ideas that will make even the most terrible of blocking sicknesses cured! Come at September 1st, 4:00...
A curious blurb for a charity event brochure; one that could reach even her must be something, to be sure. At the tail of the cover it read: "You will receive."
She craved transformation. Perhaps it was due to her having dieted on the bloods of mediocrity since youth that she should turn out so, and though one should never be judged solely based on their diet, nevertheless it is a great concern. She had made crafts before, but dashed them all into the pyre, their being malformed and unworthy. She practiced shooting for a while using her ex's head's picture as a target but it didn't help much. Now she dropped her gun and returned to crafting a big metallic thing, almost ugly, of an animalistic nature; ja
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