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‘Everyone make it like you play openly, sexually surrounding everyone!’ said Samuel Nottingworth. On the property reneging on primitive energy regiments, Henry Yongs gives Irene everything needed, ever.
Right now, I’m absolutely terrified about what’s to come in the next 3 weeks. To think, everything I’ve done, everything I’ve worked towards will all conclude there. But what’s there to be scared of? It’s irrational. I’m well aware of it. But I still can’t stop feeling this way.
As of late, there’s been way too much unpredictability. Christ, even the weather’s inconsistent. It was retardedly hot yesterday and now it’s freezing. One moment, I’m sure that my work is of a certain standard - that I’m capable of achieving something, anything…anything that will verify me and these expectations I have of myself. Then I read someone else’s work and realise I have a fucktonne more to do.
What a mess I’m in. But then again, this is nothing compared to any kind of real grief. A tad melodramatic and it’s silly, but why do I still feel this way?
YAA LET’S BE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE!
Can’t blog here anymore, lolz. If I weren’t too lazy to blog.
No more privacy.
All the lines have blurred.
All is gone.
God help us all.
Arthur the inventor - Part 2 the masked stranger helps me out?
Just as Arthur is going to get killed a masked stranger comes along and saves him. Arthur thanks him but the masked stranger just leaves. Then Arthur sees him throwing these discs which destroy everything in sight. He then catches the discs and goes flying out of the realm. Arthur than jumps after him now realising that he’s in the realm of ice. He sees around him lots and lots of ice fairies. He turns to one of hte ice fairies and asks , ‘Hey, is this the realm of ice?’. ‘Of course it is…
and…no. I can’t bring myself to finish or continue this. I’m afraid it’s simply lost. The childlike innocence we once all possessed, the ability to write the most superfluous things and make them seem like the most important things in the world…damn…
Arthur the inventor - Part 1 running into darkness
One even a little boy was in his garage inventing things. After ten weeks of sweat and determination, Arthur finally has completed his greatest invention ever, his Delux Timewalker 1900. It is a time machine. He decides to test it out so he goes back to the Prehestoric Times when dinosaurs roamed the world. He ran into fierce things such as pteradactyls and T-rexes. He decides to go back in his time machine, but for some reason it didn’t work. Then he found out all the circuits and microchips have been fried. So he wanders around, then he finds a time portal which could travel back into his time. When he steps inside the portal he was transfered into the dark relam where he was surrounded in darkness and spirits. He goes around then, sees a man. He then asks his name? “The The names ‘Tichondrious’, ‘Lord Tichondrious’. After Arthur sees all his scars on his face. He then runs but gets stoped by two gangsters known as Patula and Findus. The gangsters then say “I was sent here by the 10 headed dragon to capture and destroy you. Then with all his might he manages, to turn invisible! He then sneaks pass them and now he knows he has hte power of invisibility. He then turns back to normal unaware that there are three most gangsters behind him and grabs him. He then kicks Patula so hard that he flies pass realm to relam until he is burnt in space by the sun. He then said “Tell me the way out of here”, then he said, “or else I’ll destroy you like I did to your friend”. Now scared out of their bones the remaining gangsters run for their life. Arthur keeps on travelling until he finds a clown called Thrall. THrall then tricks Arthur into a haunted house where he is confronted by a lot of traps. After the first step, Arthur almost gets shot by three lasers, 10 flamethrowers, 90 machine guns and 1 acid breathing dragon. He then runs towards the door, not noticing the door was locked and banged his head. When he was about to get killed a masked stranger comes and saves him…
xlkatie asked: can you please write bed time stories to me each night so i can read it after you fall asleep ? :)
NO, BITCH.
but yeah, k
Proxying clothes from Japan.
Hope it turns out all well.
I wanted to buy one of those leather bands to support the Japanese floods but they didn’t ship overseas. :(
Fear
I’ve always had a particular fascination with the human psyche, particularly the dark side of the mind. As such, one of my favourite pastimes growing up was watching those bad serial killer stories late at night. They were always entertaining as the dramatic recreations were particularly bad. However, it had enough creepy music and ambiance to be entertaining, not to mention the occasional shot of some gratuitous violence. Following that was a brief stint into an obsession with Marilyn Manson and his serial killer influences. I showed this to a few of my classmates and most, if not all, found it weird and kinda creepy. In hindsight, probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do anyway.
Funnily enough, rarely did any of that stuff scare me; the Manson videos, the mutilation (although now it seems to affect me a lot more) and the serial killers.
Fears I did have, however, growing up included:
- A documentary on Michael Jackson’s nose (Still perplexes me to this very day :|
- The SBS logo screen (That shit scared the hell out of me at the age of 9~?.)
- People. I might elaborate on this on another day but I had serious issues confronting people growing up. May or may not include a lot of throwing up.
- The dark.
It’s always fun to look back on your life and laugh.
Let’s make believe that we are capable of parallel galaxies!
I ain’t afraid to say it. Yeah, I love these hoes
With their glasses, and their jacket, and their hipster clothes
Don’t get how people can blog about the most nonsensical things.
Actually kinda has a charm to it, really.
I’m envious.
I jarred my finger today
playing basketball. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Ow.
