Fifty-five
It's been such a very long time since I made a really meaningful post... so, here goes.
Back when I was a young black man, I knew a kid named hector. I was the only black person in the school, which was strange, but I was also the only human and that made it much less strange. As soon as the other students started throwing rocks and insults in my direction I simply extracted one of my "weapons" from my backpack: Hairspray and a lighter, A venus Fly Trap, Tampons, Small nuclear devices with weapon grade plutonium, it wasn't hard to strike the fear of "the boy that belonged to no one" in to the souls of these degenerate freaks. But, Every day I walked through a battlefield to get each class, I developed more scars and calouses with each passing day.
Until I met Hector.
Hector befriended me and though that didn't help me gain the respect of anyone else in the whole damn school... I WAS having sex with his girlfriend... and let me tell you... she is the sexiest thing with 7 tenticles.
Anyway, I woke up this morning (by 'this morning' i mean '2 in the afternoon') thinking about Hector... I can't explain how strange it was thinking about someone who's been dead for over 2 centuries. Well, maybe I can explain it... it was strange. The image of how I last saw Hector (running along a beach in a space suit being chased by leif ericson) stuck with me as I ate my cheerios, it stuck with me as I ate my Mom's cats, it stuck with me as I ate my parents ottoman, it even stuck with me as I... did some other stuff.
It was then that I realized, I am Hector. Somehow, I always have been. I sat on the half of the couch that I hadn't finished eating and thought to myself "I'm stronger now that Hector is gone... because his soul exists inside me" I was about to dismiss it as one of those stupid epiphonies that people have when they have to rationalize the stupid decisions they've made... but the truth of the matter took hold of me and wouldn't let go... it dragged me through the apartment and off the balcony were I fell and was impaled on the fence spikes. Hector's soul left my frail human body and found a new existance in a far superior being.
This lead me to my final realization
It's fucking hard to type with beak
Back when I was a young black man, I knew a kid named hector. I was the only black person in the school, which was strange, but I was also the only human and that made it much less strange. As soon as the other students started throwing rocks and insults in my direction I simply extracted one of my "weapons" from my backpack: Hairspray and a lighter, A venus Fly Trap, Tampons, Small nuclear devices with weapon grade plutonium, it wasn't hard to strike the fear of "the boy that belonged to no one" in to the souls of these degenerate freaks. But, Every day I walked through a battlefield to get each class, I developed more scars and calouses with each passing day.
Until I met Hector.
Hector befriended me and though that didn't help me gain the respect of anyone else in the whole damn school... I WAS having sex with his girlfriend... and let me tell you... she is the sexiest thing with 7 tenticles.
Anyway, I woke up this morning (by 'this morning' i mean '2 in the afternoon') thinking about Hector... I can't explain how strange it was thinking about someone who's been dead for over 2 centuries. Well, maybe I can explain it... it was strange. The image of how I last saw Hector (running along a beach in a space suit being chased by leif ericson) stuck with me as I ate my cheerios, it stuck with me as I ate my Mom's cats, it stuck with me as I ate my parents ottoman, it even stuck with me as I... did some other stuff.
It was then that I realized, I am Hector. Somehow, I always have been. I sat on the half of the couch that I hadn't finished eating and thought to myself "I'm stronger now that Hector is gone... because his soul exists inside me" I was about to dismiss it as one of those stupid epiphonies that people have when they have to rationalize the stupid decisions they've made... but the truth of the matter took hold of me and wouldn't let go... it dragged me through the apartment and off the balcony were I fell and was impaled on the fence spikes. Hector's soul left my frail human body and found a new existance in a far superior being.
This lead me to my final realization
It's fucking hard to type with beak