hey
i kinda just started writing this, and its not very clear, and its the start to some writing.. but hey, if your bored....
Someplace, in my whimpering excuses, I wanted to tell you the tale of a pitiful, ass-wipe deserving version of a confession, where I planed on explaining all I’ve ever done or ever seen that was worth the fucking loss of an entire decade of self morals to just simply see. Her name wasn’t worth mentioning, and it never will be. The whole “what’s in a name” bit has already been spoken for, so I will carry on, without a easy to steal witty comment on the fact, that what I believe in, is at stake, and the focus of a name seems pointless in the major retrospect of all this world has to offer. Words are just simply words. Names are simply words gone retarded, they lack meaning and definition; all they contain are pitiful titles which then are broken down and defined. The world is so curious in it’s complicated ways. You will soon come to find, she analyzed the stupid pointless shit, and tried to ignore and black out all the parts worthwhile. That’s why the details so delightfully explained will become dull and out-smarted; do to the decay of the center, the filling, the structure of this story. At some point along the way, she stopped “just existing” which many young children do, since its not their place to question society until set at a reasonable age with a great deal of education, and others philosophies filling your head, so there is no true original thoughts, in any mind, on any location of the planet, in this day and age. Education, teaches what is thought and what is known as, "what should be taught", so this is where a child's first lesson in dependence on government and society is, and it is very influential. A crucial time in young “Timmy’s” life, and all he sits and listens too, is what others before him did, making him feel inferior, fill his mind with unreachable, unrealistic goals, shoot him down before he can even do addition. Life is one big standardized test. Children grow up too young. They are influenced by everything they see, since everything they see is a form of advertisement, somehow. What a revolting temptation it must be, to grow up in a world, full of everyone they keep trying to sell you, is everything you will never need. You buy things that make you need other things. It is sad, when there is such a place when you buy to sell online and make a profit, out of the relaxed version of a salesperson. Today, there is no need to leave the house, except when you buy something that entices you out. A little trick in the industry, find the angle. Well gosh, its easy when people sit and think, “How can we make Timmy think he needs this”? We live in a public hell. There is always a pointless choice to be made, that consumes our time. Why do we use things to help us, when they just make life more complicated.. the Irony, is she always knew it all, and still played along.
From when she was young, they told her she was special. They told her, she thought differently. I guess you could say she found the right “angle” to sell life on. Not to say she didn’t have her share of problems, but the beauty behind it all, is she knew how to avoid problems so easily. This girl was not one bit normal, as you will soon find out.
Its not that she could save the world, it was always if she could save her self. Sometimes, things were sharp and clear, others, just a blur. Her life was one big oxymoron. She wanted to prove a theroy to the nation, through a form of entertainment, sucking money out of pockets, and going against her beiliefs in true knowledge, but she knew is was the only clear cut way to get through to the unreachable, destructive souls of tomorrow. She might have been selfish, but in the most humble and effortless ways. It would be sad if this ended badly, since shes always coaused herself to get screwed over a lot. maybe, she went through everythign too young and shes just rebeling against the norm, to make her teenage years seems devistating and worthless... so she will have a story woorth sharing. Maybe, shes looking for happiness in all the wrong places. Or Maybe, she just doesnt know where to turn
ill keep adding on
Someplace, in my whimpering excuses, I wanted to tell you the tale of a pitiful, ass-wipe deserving version of a confession, where I planed on explaining all I’ve ever done or ever seen that was worth the fucking loss of an entire decade of self morals to just simply see. Her name wasn’t worth mentioning, and it never will be. The whole “what’s in a name” bit has already been spoken for, so I will carry on, without a easy to steal witty comment on the fact, that what I believe in, is at stake, and the focus of a name seems pointless in the major retrospect of all this world has to offer. Words are just simply words. Names are simply words gone retarded, they lack meaning and definition; all they contain are pitiful titles which then are broken down and defined. The world is so curious in it’s complicated ways. You will soon come to find, she analyzed the stupid pointless shit, and tried to ignore and black out all the parts worthwhile. That’s why the details so delightfully explained will become dull and out-smarted; do to the decay of the center, the filling, the structure of this story. At some point along the way, she stopped “just existing” which many young children do, since its not their place to question society until set at a reasonable age with a great deal of education, and others philosophies filling your head, so there is no true original thoughts, in any mind, on any location of the planet, in this day and age. Education, teaches what is thought and what is known as, "what should be taught", so this is where a child's first lesson in dependence on government and society is, and it is very influential. A crucial time in young “Timmy’s” life, and all he sits and listens too, is what others before him did, making him feel inferior, fill his mind with unreachable, unrealistic goals, shoot him down before he can even do addition. Life is one big standardized test. Children grow up too young. They are influenced by everything they see, since everything they see is a form of advertisement, somehow. What a revolting temptation it must be, to grow up in a world, full of everyone they keep trying to sell you, is everything you will never need. You buy things that make you need other things. It is sad, when there is such a place when you buy to sell online and make a profit, out of the relaxed version of a salesperson. Today, there is no need to leave the house, except when you buy something that entices you out. A little trick in the industry, find the angle. Well gosh, its easy when people sit and think, “How can we make Timmy think he needs this”? We live in a public hell. There is always a pointless choice to be made, that consumes our time. Why do we use things to help us, when they just make life more complicated.. the Irony, is she always knew it all, and still played along.
From when she was young, they told her she was special. They told her, she thought differently. I guess you could say she found the right “angle” to sell life on. Not to say she didn’t have her share of problems, but the beauty behind it all, is she knew how to avoid problems so easily. This girl was not one bit normal, as you will soon find out.
Its not that she could save the world, it was always if she could save her self. Sometimes, things were sharp and clear, others, just a blur. Her life was one big oxymoron. She wanted to prove a theroy to the nation, through a form of entertainment, sucking money out of pockets, and going against her beiliefs in true knowledge, but she knew is was the only clear cut way to get through to the unreachable, destructive souls of tomorrow. She might have been selfish, but in the most humble and effortless ways. It would be sad if this ended badly, since shes always coaused herself to get screwed over a lot. maybe, she went through everythign too young and shes just rebeling against the norm, to make her teenage years seems devistating and worthless... so she will have a story woorth sharing. Maybe, shes looking for happiness in all the wrong places. Or Maybe, she just doesnt know where to turn
ill keep adding on