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Thursday, July 15, 2010
Respect
I don't respect you, I don't respect your mother, and I sure as hell don't respect you. Do you think that goldfish remembers me from the last time I came over? Last time I was the perfect guest, eating everything you had to offer, watching all the stupid movies you wanted to watch. I even woke up early even though I usually wake up much much later. That was last year. A few weeks ago we got back from summer break. Everything seemed normal at first, but then people started acting funny. "Have I changed?" I wondered to myself. I had. Cody, your best friend, was the first to be honest and say it. I had changed. I was different. "But how?" I asked. He was silent for a few seconds, then he acted like he was going to say something but didn't, then he acted like he was going to say something again but just walked off immediately. I didn't talk to anybody for weeks. I just stared at my feet while walking the halls of our highschool. But one day in early November you asked me to spend the night at your house. I accepted your invitation. What was I to bring? I packed toothpaste, a comb, a brush, a hair dryer, shampoo, conditioner, and some nails in case I had to fix something. When I walked into your house you asked me to take my shoes off. I didn't say anything, just stared at you for about thirty seconds. I then proceeded to walk all over your carpet with my mud covered sneakers (we walked from the bus stop and it was raining). I never took my shoes off, not even when we went to bed. I just didn't feel like it! The next morning I woke up in a forest with everything I had brought to your house except for my shoes. You had ditched me. I wasn't angry at you for throwing me out, I felt guilty... guilty for being a terrible guest. Whatever, I'm going to do different things. I might be a bus driver.
Hello, I found this page of words while cleaning up my toilet and I don't remember any of the events it's talking about or writing it. I'm not sure if it's true or not, but I did eventually become a bus driver. Not a regular one though. Not the kind that are talked about. I'm a secret bus driver. I drive clouds around. I drive rainbows around too. You think rainbows just appear at random times? Think again. I'm jealous. They get to live out all the magic, but I do the dirty work and receive zero recognition. Sure they show up and blow your mind but I'm the person who gets them there. I have a plan though. I have a plan to get me in the spotlight. It's called Mission Cloud and Rainbow Thunder Stealer. I'm carrying it out tonight. I'll return later and tell you how it went.
It worked! I stole their thunder. I'm not gonna tell you what I did because you could probably steal my thunder the same way I stole theirs. For once the spotlight is on me. They want to give me a TV show but I don't wanna do that. I think I'm just gonna drive this thing underwater.
As you know already, I stole the bus from the sky and plunged it into the sea. They were angry up there, sure, but what were they supposed to do? I was out of their reach, free again. Will I ever be able to do anything long without getting restless? Without wanting more? I don't think so. I like it that way. Life should always be interesting and fun. But let's get back on topic. I'm living in my bus under the sea right now and it's pretty fun. I see lots of colorful fish go by. Did I tell you guys my bus is three stories and really long? It is. It's a fun place to be. Down here I don't have to worry about being bothered. I am completely alone, and I like it. Actually I'm not that alone at all. I always have the fishes to talk to. John is a squid who runs a barbershop. Ooh, speaking of that I need to get my hair cut! Jill is a clownfish who has a taste for expensive jewelry. I don't think there's anything wrong with that! I sort of wish the kitchen in the bus was bigger, but there's nothing I could really do. Every sunday I give away free pancakes to the lionfish. We're all friendly down here and we'd like to say goodbye.
THE END FOR NOW
"Hey grandma, can I ring your bell?"
"Maybe when you're older, Henry."
"Please grammy, I'm mature for my age."
"Very well, you may ring the bell once. Do not ask me again for a long while."
I ran to my room with the bell. It didn't feel right. Something was off. Since I could only ring it once I waited for the mood to be perfect. I left the bell on my bed and went to the dining room to eat.
"Have you rang the bell yet, Henry?"
"No grandma."
"Why not?"
"I'm waiting for the mood to be perfect."
"Oh. That's alright I guess."
As soon as I finished eating I ran to my room to see if the mood was right yet. It was getting there, maybe five more minutes. I sat around for about five minutes. Storm clouds were blowing in. Perfect. I held the bell up by the window. Then I rang it. The sound was amazing, the greatest thing I've ever experienced. It was heavenly, like a thousand doves shouting their love for you while flying around in the eye of a hurricane. It brought me peace the same way good smelling wood and sandpaper brings peace to carpenters. It was like a chair screeching on the floor in seventh grade math class, when everything feels right. It was like a young couple on honeymoon, holding each other under the night sky. Somehow, I could see the sound. I could see it moving through the sky, through space. I saw it reach the moon. I saw the moon crumble into a million pieces. The world was going crazy. Houses were on fire, people were stealing from stores and other people. But I looked at it all through a kaleidoscope and saw the beauty in every minute of it. Don't ever forget me.
Hello, I found this page of words while cleaning up my toilet and I don't remember any of the events it's talking about or writing it. I'm not sure if it's true or not, but I did eventually become a bus driver. Not a regular one though. Not the kind that are talked about. I'm a secret bus driver. I drive clouds around. I drive rainbows around too. You think rainbows just appear at random times? Think again. I'm jealous. They get to live out all the magic, but I do the dirty work and receive zero recognition. Sure they show up and blow your mind but I'm the person who gets them there. I have a plan though. I have a plan to get me in the spotlight. It's called Mission Cloud and Rainbow Thunder Stealer. I'm carrying it out tonight. I'll return later and tell you how it went.
It worked! I stole their thunder. I'm not gonna tell you what I did because you could probably steal my thunder the same way I stole theirs. For once the spotlight is on me. They want to give me a TV show but I don't wanna do that. I think I'm just gonna drive this thing underwater.
As you know already, I stole the bus from the sky and plunged it into the sea. They were angry up there, sure, but what were they supposed to do? I was out of their reach, free again. Will I ever be able to do anything long without getting restless? Without wanting more? I don't think so. I like it that way. Life should always be interesting and fun. But let's get back on topic. I'm living in my bus under the sea right now and it's pretty fun. I see lots of colorful fish go by. Did I tell you guys my bus is three stories and really long? It is. It's a fun place to be. Down here I don't have to worry about being bothered. I am completely alone, and I like it. Actually I'm not that alone at all. I always have the fishes to talk to. John is a squid who runs a barbershop. Ooh, speaking of that I need to get my hair cut! Jill is a clownfish who has a taste for expensive jewelry. I don't think there's anything wrong with that! I sort of wish the kitchen in the bus was bigger, but there's nothing I could really do. Every sunday I give away free pancakes to the lionfish. We're all friendly down here and we'd like to say goodbye.
THE END FOR NOW
"Hey grandma, can I ring your bell?"
"Maybe when you're older, Henry."
"Please grammy, I'm mature for my age."
"Very well, you may ring the bell once. Do not ask me again for a long while."
I ran to my room with the bell. It didn't feel right. Something was off. Since I could only ring it once I waited for the mood to be perfect. I left the bell on my bed and went to the dining room to eat.
"Have you rang the bell yet, Henry?"
"No grandma."
"Why not?"
"I'm waiting for the mood to be perfect."
"Oh. That's alright I guess."
As soon as I finished eating I ran to my room to see if the mood was right yet. It was getting there, maybe five more minutes. I sat around for about five minutes. Storm clouds were blowing in. Perfect. I held the bell up by the window. Then I rang it. The sound was amazing, the greatest thing I've ever experienced. It was heavenly, like a thousand doves shouting their love for you while flying around in the eye of a hurricane. It brought me peace the same way good smelling wood and sandpaper brings peace to carpenters. It was like a chair screeching on the floor in seventh grade math class, when everything feels right. It was like a young couple on honeymoon, holding each other under the night sky. Somehow, I could see the sound. I could see it moving through the sky, through space. I saw it reach the moon. I saw the moon crumble into a million pieces. The world was going crazy. Houses were on fire, people were stealing from stores and other people. But I looked at it all through a kaleidoscope and saw the beauty in every minute of it. Don't ever forget me.
The Slaughterhouse
A dark vision stumbled through the camera mans view. The window revealed dark toned shades of old ambassadors wondering around destroyed forests. Internally he knew this feeling or vision would creep upon him late when he was asleep, and destroy his outer dream. He would have stopped there if he wasn't on a bed of nails. He continued past the large corridors and statues erected for greater gods. Finally he would stumble upon his own stack of light and shred out his spiritual feet. Tonight he would find the gun.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
'Sup Bitches
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