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Someone You Might Know
Joshua James
greetings and salutations bloggers of epistrophe!
i have no idea what to write about, but i want to get my writting over with… my bed is calling me.
taboruu: let your thoughts flow like a flowing river?
the thoughts that are floating in my cranium are secured by an attached string, tied around a crickets tongue.
the silent vacancy of my mind is shattered by the mocking cricket screams. This shattered vacancy is quickly gathered by the neighboring ants, preparing for winter. Little do the ants know that the weatherman predicted a flood tomorrow and all their hard work of picking will be diminished during a 2 hour percipitation period.
The emptyminded might ask why are there ants preparing for winter, its spring!
but the weatherman says oh i need to call ABC pest pool and lawn services to kill these annoying little creatures!
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Well Today I was riding my bike through Bay Oaks (a farely wealthy neighborhood with income of 100k+) I usally take rides by myself to reflect on the people and how they live in there sheltered perspective of how their life is. The average teenager who lives in type of neighborhood casually does drugs and drinks parties has sex promiscuiously because of there parents “expendable” income. On top of that they expect the world to fall at there every whim.
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I’m more of a poet then a writer, an artist not a biter, so forgieve me if i begin, or continue to twist words to converge and convay shade, hope, love, kindness, for what is the use of your life if it is not used for good?
“The whispers of a wise man are far grater than the shouts of a foolish king” and i agree, but i then wonder why the wise are not kings? Is it because they know power corrupts truth, as do politics? Like the devil corrupted the word of God to tempt Jesus politicians corrupt the Constitution for their own use, benifit, and abuse all who appose. Is this why, of late, there has been such a strong push to remove all existance of Christianity from the government? (Sarcasm)Because it’s ridiculous to even try to run a country with ethics, morals, and the firm determination to uplift your fellow man. It’s not like Abraham Lincolin or Martin Luther King did anything for this world…..
I don’t know why I’m here. Not in the sense that I am on this website, writing in this box, what I meant was I don’t know why exist. I don’t know why its so important for me to find this out, I guess its because you would never walk into a restroom without knowing why you set foot in said restroom, so why doesn’t that apply to the lives we live? I have come to the conclusion that we are all meaningless. A wise man and a fool will both die the same death. And all the progress we make is pointless no matter how wise you are because your just going to die and give what you made to the non-deserving, next generation full of fools and wise men. All the rivers empty out into the sea but the sea never gets any fuller. I don’t know what we as humans are looking for. I’m not writing here for answers, I gave up on looking for answers a while back, I just want to talk to people who aren’t foolish, and feel the way I feel.
Paul stared into the fire until he could feel his eyes become glossy. His vision became blurry and unfocused, but so much was on his mind he didn’t seem to notice. He wished he was simple. He wished he didn’t have to consider as much as he had during the last 3 years. He wished he didn’t have such silly thoughts. He shut his eyes and the liquid that was gathering up poured over the edge of his eyelid and he could feel the warm stream flow down his cheak until it dried up. He knew he wasn’t crying, he knew it was just the fire.
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Well i’d like to start out by saying this is an interesting idea, yes very interesting. As for the whole “writing” part. well.. we shall see how it goes now wont we.
i guess i could start with my daily routine which includes but is not limited to: waking up, showering, dressing MYSELF (yes i can dress all by myself, who could have guessed), and i suppose going to school.
Then imminently waiting until i have to go to work; leaving all the poor underclassmen to suffer an ENTIRE period or two. Yes i know, its a cruel fate BUT we all had to go through it sometime right?
Lets just waste away our so called glory years by spending eight hours a day, if your lucky not to be in one of those disturbing schools that last longer and have Saturday school, and five days a week.
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Damn, I feel like writing and not having to worry about gramatical things so i’m going to try and write somewhat corectly but i dont know how this will come out.
fuck it.
I have a feeling that everything is passing me by really fast like everybody has a plan and is executing it. Nobody told me i had to have a plan. Wheres my plan? What exactly does this plan have to have? I don’t know
COLLEGE
FUCK college.
All these people know what they want to be. Know what they want to do in thier lifes.
What if all I want to do is chill. What if maybe theres nothign for me to do.
Well thats bullshit, off course there something I want to do, I just dont know what it is yet. I wish careers came with a pamphlet that told you how shitty it was. It just tells you if you study this, this is what you have to do and then this is what you get. Cus even if I knew what I wanted to do I wouldn’t know what major to choose.
College can suck my balls.
High School
High School blows too. You have to study all this pointless shit that never helps you ever. I wish we could study different topics that interest us, to decide what we really enjoy doing. Instead of having all that stupid shit shoved into our heads. Which i never even learn cus i have awful study habits and i just learn for the moment and then forget it.
GIRLS, ladies, women etc.
Screw them too
Don’t get me wrong I LOVE girls and etc.. I love the way the way they smell, the way they move, thier hair, thier curves, and everything they have to offer, mostly great company, eye candy, and sex.
But I also HATE girls because they complicate things and they act really fucking gay alot. And I dont want to offend anybody so i want to clarify that when i say gay, i dont actually mean homosexual. I mean the just act gay in the sense that they are annoying and the make big deal out of small things and they make you do things you dont want to do and they get their feelings hurt all easily and over nothing and they do dumb things.
They also do this thing i dont like, when they put this little charm on and they try to melt you on the inside to get you to do things for them. Then you end up doing shit you dont want to do and then your like what the hell did I just do.
But then on the other hand their captivating, enthralling and alot of times pretty cool. And sometimes you actually do get “something” out of all the things you do. Which is awesome.
Well, thats all I have to say for now. It migth be a bit incoherent but I felt like writing and I have a friend who writes on this thing and says its pretty sweet and i didn’t know where else to go to write.