Thursday, March 16, 2006
i eat people
i wish i was a werewolf so i could live under the night and be married to the moon.
i'd stalk around city parks and be one hell of a sexual deviant.
I just turned the big 1-8 last week.
The eighth day of March.
My life is now complete with the ability to legally waste my money on lottery tickets and coffin nails.
It also means that I've got about 9 years left.
I think I'd like to be stoned to death. I want people to throw rocks at me. I'd sure like that kind of attention.
Ofcourse, I wouldn't let the stones kill me. Too slow, too painful. I'd have a sniper waiting on the roof to shoot me down when I give him or her the signal. Right before the crowd brings out the big rocks.
That's how these things are done, you see. The crowd simply toys with their prey for a bit with pebbles and smaller stones. Slaps'em around a bit. Then, when they're ready for some good ol' fashioned bloodshed, they'll bust out the big ones. I want to have the last laugh and screw the crowd out of the pleasure of rendering me motionless.
I'd make sure that the sniper is one of my close friends and is payed handsomely.
I would also be sure to leave him or her a nice bottle of tequila and some limes to pound back after the event. I'm considerate like that.
Goodbye, children.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
i think my life is passing me by
Life's Sense of Humor
Everything is eventual. Yet as funny as it may seem fate can not control us. Choices are made and choices are dealt. That is how the world turns.
Everything is eventual through choices brought around. I find it all so funny that I hate all those who love me. Through my own faults and through their words I see what I've made of myself. A failure, a joke, a sunbeam, a ghost. Not much for the world to see. Can't play the cards that were dealt to me because that would be cheating.
I find it outrageously funny to be damned as I am and damned as I'm not. To be life's cruel joke. Through moments brought around I am there to be found as an icon of failure and poor grade.
Everything is comprised of moments. Profound moments arise from smaller moments that lead up to them.
You can't always pick your moments... but everything is eventual.
Life has a way of showing itself.