I've always been fond of living in a city. I like the all the lights
and the history. There is always something to do in the city, and you
can do it at anytime of the day. Now I feel that I have become jaded,
and that I've grown up and want to live in a quiet place.
There are a lot of interesting characters, when living in a big
city. No more are the cross dressers strange, but now a familiar
populous. It seems like, everyday, a new group of people of people are
introduced to our weary, bloodshot eyes. Imagine the magnitude of the
event that the unfortunate person partook in. I am not talking about
your gays, trans-genders, cross dressers, emos, assholes, rednecks and
mulletcunts.
I am talking about the person that you always see and roll your
eyes at, or at fortunate times, give a good ol' punch to the eye
socket. You know the type of person I am the talking about. Frosted
tips, baggy pants, old navy shirt, yellow tinted sunglasses, and a
device on his ear which emits a blue twinkling light that you see in
the eyes of your enemy.
Am I the only one to notice that when you are about to go to sleep,
your heart starts beating fast? Maybe it only happens to me. Maybe my
body is excited with being on the verge of shutting down for 6 hours.
My brain gets excited, it can't wait until it goes into dream mode and
starts fucking with me with the weirdest possible scenarios. Imagine if
everything in our dreams were real, happening in an other universe. We
wake up and the people in our dreams are still going on with their
lives in their world, and every dream is just us popping in on their
world. It may be the way we try to get away from certain things for a
while, like watching a movie or T.V. show.
It may sound like I'm baked and I'm spewing bullshit, but I'm not.
I wish I was, but I'm not. I don't even know why I'm typing this.
I like to think what everyone's home life is like sometimes. At
work, I wonder what that cocky cocksucker is like at home or around his
loved ones. We all come into work, and we're all in the same little
word. After we punch out, we go back to our lives. Some can't wait to
come into work and escape, some can't wait until they escape from work.
They at least have something in common with the people they work with,
they're all trying to live.
What the fuck is the deal with people who take their jobs
seriously. Especially when it's not some corporate job, and they're not
some hot shot trying to make a deadline.
I guess I'll stop this for today. I'm gonna go take an adventure
with my brain and those thoughts that are hiding somewhere in my head.
I don't know what to think anymore, and thus, I don't know what to write. I am getting more and more confused these days. Hours are going by so fast. I keep seeing things in the corner of my eyes. I'm having mild hallucinations. I keep seeing a spider, or some other type creature, but when I turn to the wall, nothing is there. I feel like I can tell what is going on in the songs I'm listening to. It may just be what I want the meaning to be. I don't know what's going on.
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