I'm here to tell you the story of a boy wonder, who was destroyed by his own goal he had achieved in the future, and was considered the ray of light in the darkened barrel of his tiny family. Upon being born, his family smiled, their first child, brought into this world while his father was going threw the same test the kid is smiling through in the present. The mother, only holding a green card and her ability to love, taught this child her skill. Now children are fusions of both parents, wheth
So, all through out this fall semister, I've been doing random writings in my journal(s), which I've decided to throw down here to see myself in a different tone. 2 months is a long time, I'm happy it is too, it means time is slowing down again compared to high school, who the hell wants to live life from today to tommorow? This is just the intro, the good crap is in the next entry.
When presenting a case to the employers of mass control, the title "need money for education" is read "Hungry Male/Female/Dog Number XXX-XX-XXXX". Rich swines do not make dough anymore, as the old once did, in the past having a brain, balls, and the courage to never back down was enough to control a mass, now in days the same fools are merely used to counter those that were once put in control. So we wait, those with the 3 attributes, to be given a bone/plate of food, and enough money to buy the
My mind is a con-artist and I am the consumer awaiting it's next product. As pain full as it is to bear the thought of the unknown, I'm starting to smile before reaching walls filled with blind dust, had these walls been in an RPG then they would be the most broken thing in the game for as soon as you encounter them the screen goes black until defeated. That's how the future feels, and in that emotion I wrote down some things I'd like to accomplish before death himself stares at me in the eye, a
It's been over a month since the website went down due to some lame script kiddies. O well, not much happened except the idea of me controlling my emotions :/. It sounds weird, but I'm depressed as fuck, and I'm not letting it get to me. I can come up with at least 5 different situations in the past month that I just wanted to brake down and cry (my ass off, rivers of tears pouring down my cheeks and disabling human contact for a while), but I never did. It's like all I have to do now is smile
Let's start this year off in a much different form of button maching then ever so-previously. For starters, write, write as much as possible, whenever possible, excel your limits of limitless emotion on paper, and forever carge your brilliant mind inside the collector journals of soon. Scratch deppression, be sad, but to the point of pain. Jump in one dark, and for the week(s) to come you'll spend your effort climbing out. Spell! Corret what others misspell, correct what you missepll, hoever tru
I slept all night, for the first time in 2 weeks, woke up at 4 a.m., I'm ready for the few days of good sleep up ahead of me, the shift of my internal clock clenging to the thought of opposite solar truths takes but a mere glimpse of reality before sucking me back in to its deranged idea of sun equals moon as the other is believed to be rule as well. I am forever sickened by the thought that in order for me to dream at night( for dreaming in the day is a sub-concious activity)my body requires pi
I'm amazed at how fast summer flew by. The few tricks I've learned a long the way, and how the emotion of "awesome" sitting in my heart for opening my eyes to new abilities and tricks I never knew I possessed. Now I'm left with a decision, a choice, to either give it my all or stay chill as I've always ever been. Do I stay wearing my mask? Appear tired when the race merely started? Or do I go ahead and munch at my brain, and force it to work, and better itself as a human being to further prepare
Pro isn't defined by the term "Professional" as most would assume. Since a "Professional" still has the ability to mess up, and is liable after doing so. Define Pro, not as someone who excels exponentially at a subject he or she prefers as a means to waste time. Define Pro, as a way of describing someone who has managed to gain the ability of control over their life. A Pro is not a rich powerful human being, a Pro is a open minded kind hearted soul. A Pro is calm in the majority of tests,struggl
