(no subject)
"what sick, silly puppets we are, and
what a gross stage we dance on. What
fun we have, dancing around, not a care
in the world. Not knowing that we are
nothing. We are not what God intended.
On the subway today, a man came up to
start a conversation. He was making
small talk, this lonely man, talking
about the weather and other things. I
tried to be accommodating, but my head
began to hurt from his banality. I
almost didn't notice it had happened,
but I threw up all over him. And I
couldn't stop myself from laughing."
what a gross stage we dance on. What
fun we have, dancing around, not a care
in the world. Not knowing that we are
nothing. We are not what God intended.
On the subway today, a man came up to
start a conversation. He was making
small talk, this lonely man, talking
about the weather and other things. I
tried to be accommodating, but my head
began to hurt from his banality. I
almost didn't notice it had happened,
but I threw up all over him. And I
couldn't stop myself from laughing."