Somewhere in the world people were enjoying themselves. Here a girl sat alone in a park merely existing. "It's not worth it," she said, despondently. She swept her hair from her eyes with tanned hands, messing her already messed hair, then, unthinking, she shook her head flopping the mess back into her face. It made it hard to see.
"It's not?" A man had wandered up almost soundlessly.
"No, every time I try I still can't care. Living is so so tedious"
The man gazed unblinking at the girl "Then stop."
The girl rested her head in her hands, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips. "Aren't people supposed to try and talk stranger
It should make you weep with shame,
uncaring you, after more than a decade
of violence, with no end in sight,
you cannot even say the word,
no matter the pain or anger you carry in your heart,
indifference, we should all learn that word,
so that someday it may be true
Sadiq.
Friend.
Wisdom Tooth Extraction by Cureless-Psychopath, literature
Literature
Wisdom Tooth Extraction
An Ode to a Wisdom Tooth Extraction
Drugs do funny things to people.
I went in to get my wisdom teeth out about a year ago. I remember walking into the dentist's office. It was clean. I laid down in the operating room, something that sounds dismally over-dramatic for a wisdom tooth extraction, and was hooked up to the IV's. They put on some music I liked, I started singing along, my preceding memories come in flashes.
Flash one. The operation is done. They are trying to put me in a wheelchair. I think I can walk. My legs give out. I cannot.
Flash two. We are sitting in a grocery store parking lot. I want pudding.
Flash three. Still in th
Somewhere in the world people were enjoying themselves. Here a girl sat alone in a park merely existing. "It's not worth it," she said, despondently. She swept her hair from her eyes with tanned hands, messing her already messed hair, then, unthinking, she shook her head flopping the mess back into her face. It made it hard to see.
"It's not?" A man had wandered up almost soundlessly.
"No, every time I try I still can't care. Living is so so tedious"
The man gazed unblinking at the girl "Then stop."
The girl rested her head in her hands, rubbing her forehead with her fingertips. "Aren't people supposed to try and talk stranger
It should make you weep with shame,
uncaring you, after more than a decade
of violence, with no end in sight,
you cannot even say the word,
no matter the pain or anger you carry in your heart,
indifference, we should all learn that word,
so that someday it may be true
Sadiq.
Friend.
Sitting cross legged on the floor, the doll house was his height. He had decorated the house with care. Some rooms were lush; some were sparse. Some had furniture to spare; some did not. All were beautiful.
His parents bought him dolls for the house. Every day they brought him one more. No two dolls were ever the same. The boy liked them this way.
He played with his doll house whenever he could. His mother and father smiled as he created his world.
When he was happy his dolls danced and laughed, but the boy was not happy. His parents had stopped bringing him new dolls. The boy was worried. His dolls died. If they kept dying he would run ou
Dogs will fight for the most unworthy masters
Loyal until the end
Loyalty is a bitch but because we possess morals all good little dogs will follow someone
I wish I could be a bad dog
Unfourtunatly I am loyal until the end
Good dog
"Woof"
Such a pure piercing cry
It cuts through the dark
Begging me to die
Cursed angel singing like a lark
This world is not pure
This world is not filthy
It was made to be held dear
We are not guilty
So stop your dreadful cry
I will not die
There was a cat
It sat in a hat
Sipping tea
The hat was in a tree
Oh cat in a tree,
Impart your wisdom unto me
Why oh why do you sip tea?
Oh cat oh cat,
Why is it you live in a hat?
The cat opens its eyes and answers me
Let Our Stories Flow by Cureless-Psychopath, literature
Literature
Let Our Stories Flow
Writing come not from the mind but from the soul
A far greater story then our own
Telling of distant worlds and creatures thought only to be in dreams
Brining them to life in a world so lacking the ability to believe these fantasies
Let the pen fly
Let the words it spouts forth be forever imortalized on Earth
The world that has lost its belief in these things unkown
tick tock tick tock
listen to the sound
tick tock tick tock
it is making my head pound
tick tock tick tock
make it stop
tick tock tick tock
pressure building my head will pop
tick tock tick tock
murderous thought
tick tock tick tock
the clock is caught
tick tock tick tock
smash
tick tock tick tock
bash
tick...
Silence
Jonathan's Audition by Cureless-Psychopath, literature
Literature
Jonathan's Audition
Audition
Marcus Weiser was sneaking around again. Slinking in and out of bookshelves. Occasionally stopping to flip through a book nonchalantly. He didn't know how to properly hold a book. Its spine was go
So with UNR back in session my already nonexistent presence on this site will probably get even more nonexistent. Not to say that I wont be drawing. in fact I actually draw MORE while in school then I do out of it...of course that could be my short attention span for anything lecture related. Anyways my goal is to at least get one new picture a month on here and I can say that is going to be super tough, especially if I grow a spine and join the Rugby team. Yeah...I'm considering joining, but unfortunately the chances of me actually doing it are very low after last Friday. The short story of what happened: After promising a friend that I'd g
Starting with last night:
At 3 a.m. I decided that I REALLY wanted watermelon, not a problem since we had just bought one. So down the stairs i go to hack up my fruit like a crazed butcher until it was in edible pieces. While I was doing this I discovered the most remarkable little sticker. it said "track my melon". Apparently you can go look up you watermelon's entire journey from field to home online! I was SUPER excited to try this out except that I had destroyed the half of the sticker holding my watermelon's code. Needless to say I was devastated.
On a very loosely related not I believe that my house is haunted. Now the rational part
So I realized how much Ive been neglecting this site and that makes me sad. So as soon as my company is gone I'm making a come back.
Now for some interesting things:
- I got to lay on the execution table at Nevada State Prison! Hell yeah that was interesting!
- I got to see my friend from Japan (he's the one visiting now) We got into a sparing match and he actually managed to injure me XD bastard cheated and used a branch on my head but i had the time of my life beating him to a pulp afterwards!
- I bought couches! To you this may not seem like much but to the couchless people it is very important!
- I'm currently training the squirrels
Where are you working? Moved up to Reno and have my own place...or it will be just mine soon when my current roommate leaves. Been doing a lot of partying, working, and school