Beware the Zombies!
Sometimes I feel like I walk among zombies. These zombies are almost impossible to detect without a well trained eye. They breathe, eat, sleep, and have emotions (although even this has been widely debated) yet they are somehow not "alive" in the standard sense. When you look directly into the eyes of a zombie they lack the spark that lets you know that they feel, love, hate, have goals, and THINK. These zombies are passive beings who go through life without ever reaching for a goal or ever questioning anything outside of themselves. These are the zombies and they walk among us. Beware fellow life-goer, for it has been said that the disease of the zombie may strike even the most passionate and well-advised human being. So go forth but remain cautious of the life-sucking disease of the zombie!
YO YO YO homeboy G-funk, it's yo' main man - Krunked Karl back on the mic with that fresh flavor that keep all y'all playa hatas comin' back fo mo - naw mean?! naw mean?! Represent shot town, what what.
A somewhat existential representation of a piece of weeds. A represention of reality as reality and not as some idea within the mind of an artist to depict a high being or life force.
She told me that if I ever talked to her again she would put a restraining order on me. She said that I should forget about what we had because it didn't mean much to her anyway. "Forget about me. Forget about the past" she told me. How can I when the only thing I see in my future is her?
With the sunlight glistening off the silver utensil, he plunged the spoon deep into the heart of the red jello. With another swift motion he withdrew the transparent gelatin morsel and hung it tantalizingly over his mouth.
Sometimes, when I think about death I think about what my last thoughts will be. Will I be happy? Will I look over my life and be completely satisfied with every choice I've made and with the way I chose to spend my time? What will I think about the times when I sat alone and did nothing? Or the times when I played video games and jerked off all day? Will I be sorry that I didn't go out and help the world or go to a soup kitchen and feed the homeless? Are fear and laziness so ingrained into the human psyche that their escape is impossible? What will be the last image or the last word on my lips when it is my time to go?
Oh boy oh boy what to do. In a world gone mad, I feel so blue.
YO YO YO homeboy G-funk, it's yo' main man - Krunked Karl back on the mic with that fresh flavor that keep all y'all playa hatas comin' back fo mo - naw mean?! naw mean?! Represent shot town, what what.
A somewhat existential representation of a piece of weeds. A represention of reality as reality and not as some idea within the mind of an artist to depict a high being or life force.
She told me that if I ever talked to her again she would put a restraining order on me. She said that I should forget about what we had because it didn't mean much to her anyway. "Forget about me. Forget about the past" she told me. How can I when the only thing I see in my future is her?
With the sunlight glistening off the silver utensil, he plunged the spoon deep into the heart of the red jello. With another swift motion he withdrew the transparent gelatin morsel and hung it tantalizingly over his mouth.
Sometimes, when I think about death I think about what my last thoughts will be. Will I be happy? Will I look over my life and be completely satisfied with every choice I've made and with the way I chose to spend my time? What will I think about the times when I sat alone and did nothing? Or the times when I played video games and jerked off all day? Will I be sorry that I didn't go out and help the world or go to a soup kitchen and feed the homeless? Are fear and laziness so ingrained into the human psyche that their escape is impossible? What will be the last image or the last word on my lips when it is my time to go?
Oh boy oh boy what to do. In a world gone mad, I feel so blue.