Placing the object in you hands, I left you. You didn't understand why but I still left. I needed to. It's not my fault if no one can understand that. I drove down a high way, it quickly turned to dirt. Dust coating my car, I pulled into a gas station. The owner took one look at me and knew why I was there. They offered me a job. I work here now, where ever here is. I never bothered to ask where here was. I figure I'll pick up a map one of these days. I don't know when. It kind of scares me that I don't know. If I think too much about where I'm going or what I'm doing or why I'm here, everything goes black and man walks out from behind a curtain and asks me more questions I don't know how to answer. Everything hurts.
Time is always passing me by in a quick fashion. Not always but when it counts it finally decides to pick up the speed and I would like to find some sort of scientific reason that would explain this feeling of time slipping through my fingers but no amount of psychological research could console me. I don't know what to do and I don't care and that thought follows me everyday along with the ever present ticking clock. Nothing makes sense anymore. I'm sure it did at one point or at least I think it did. Perhaps that is just another untruth that I've banged repeatedly into my own brain, making it more of a truth the more pressure that is applied. And, I don't know how to make things in my life matter. They do but I used to have a feral instinct and passion to back it up. Now, there is nothing.
the background radiation of life surrounds the group of the unexpected pleasures surface. maybe just maybe they will be able to survive this ordeal. if not well i cant really say. that's there problem i guess no one alive will know. and no one alive will ever know. they will never know anything. anything is just to broad for you meager comprehension to be able to understand any situation. maybe just maybe you will understand one day. but today will have to wait. it will wait for eternity because eternity will not wait for you. it will come and be gone in a flash. nothing will be left over. gourmet. devour. and its gone. gone into the bawls of spacetime. and i will look at you, in the eye probably and i wonder. Can it really be like this or can i not even begin to comprehend you. you stand there and i don't understand. but i know you are there. i'm starting to understand i think. but im not sure. how can i describe this feeling
You're being to rationally irrational. You're logic is making too much sense for my taste. Just leave it be, will ya? I don't need to hear this right now. I already told you how I feel when you decide to talk me into doing something. Can't you see that I'm not up for it? I can't do it. I am incapable to completing this task at the moment. My emotions are hindering me. No, you ignore reason and try to convince me that if I can just check this one thing off my list of things to do then I will feel 110% better and I will feel motivated and refreshed of the next on. It doesn't work that way. Maybe for you, but not for me. I need time. Time that I don't have. I swear I will have the ability to do it eventually, but not right now.
The start of an end is the most ironically not very ironic thing to say. Or rather it is very cliche. I feel as if I need to avoid cliches but I like them to much. Well, probably not all of them but some. I feel as if everyone like some kind of cliche or maybe you just don't really care. Is it a cliche if you care about paying attention to what society is doing. If you don', then you do something cliche, is it cliche if you didn't that it was cliche. Cliche's, cliche's, cliche's. It's such an unusual word. Another unnecessary word. The word is filled with unnecessary words. You can't avoid them.
You need to relax your booty. The thing over the butt with an axe. Stop. You must not axe the the booty so much. The booty deserves respect even if you are chopping it into multiple pieces. Is it mostly fat? Will the booty make a nice unhealthy snack? These are the real questions in life. They stand along side the ultimate question. No one know what they ultimate question is. We know what the answer is but not the question. In order to understand how 42 can be implimented into our lives we must first ask the ourselves what the question is for without the question, we cannot understand what the answer is. We must consider all options of this situation. But who wants to do that? I don't.
Going stir crazy in your own house is not a fun experience. This tends to happen in the winter when a person needs to write a paper that is due tomorrow even though they haven't started yet. I found my self becoming claustrophobic in the place I grew up in. This house is suppose to be a place of comfort. Yet, I needed to get out, if only for a little while. I began walking. outside of course. The temperature was, well I don't know what it is but after a couple of minutes of walking my face was becoming red with the cold and by the end, I could feel my entire body being blasted with the icy wind. The moment I walked through my door into the warm atmosphere of my house, it was no long a house. It became home again. I was reminded of the certain serenity a person can have when they have a place to go to when the weather outside is frightful. There is no proper way to describe the feeling of finally being able to warm up after being denied that privilege by the laws of nature.
Same old boring and a dash of sweet deceit. The perfect remedy for an American citizen. Why American you ask? I suppose that anyone could turn out this way but it just seems to be the cultural differences. Or maybe it is everybody. Yes, I believe that is correct. What do you think? Do you feel like your government is keeping things from you. Tell me how do you feel about this? Tell me. I need to know. What makes them better than you. Why do we need these systems. Of course we need systems. We must keep things nice and neat and orderly. Anything less will certainly not do. We also need our corrupt systems to tell us what to do. This is true and you know it. According to this logic, there is no such thing a freedom. But then who is at the top to make sure that the peoples minds are satisfied with ideas of freedom and justice and equality. Is anyone at the top? Will there always be someone there to tell you what to do? It must come full circle.
Everything will be fine. How could it not be. You people need to relax. Take a load off. The world will still be here tomorrow. Actually, a meteor could come out of nowhere and hit earth like with the dinosaurs or something. The dinosaurs could be fake for all I know. But then we wouldn't have to worry about the future anymore. Cause we'd all be dead. Isn't that great. To be fair though, a meteor is kind of implausible. There are far more likely things that could happen. Like, perhaps you will get in a car crash. After all, car crashes are more common then plane crashes or any other type of crashing. Then there is always the possibility of cancer. You know, because everything can give you cancer.
The excitement to the day will eventually die down. This is somewhat a good thing. Who wants to be suspended in something that will never end? That would be like on of those cheesy movies you see when someone wishes for "this day to never end" and then it gets granted because that kid needs to learn a lesson. They need to know that they should expect a more realistic view point because reality is better then fantasizing about something. Then there are the stories where all they seem to promote is "follow your dreams" like you can't lose if you follow your dreams. They go against the whole thing where people expect their dream to fail. Yeah, I have no idea where I'm going with this.
Let the strangeness of the world and all its inhabitants loath the arrival of anything abnormal. We feel it taking place everyday. The judgmental glances off into the distance, somehow they are all directed at you. Perhaps the time to judge is always. Always judging, you do it, they do it, God does it, Satan does it, Death does it, the nonbelievers do it. Who in this world hasn't done something of that sort of magnitude. Eyes will pelt themselves out of their sockets before people even begin to ponder stopping it. Actually, lots of people ponder it. It's only that you can't stop it. Its always there. I doesn't matter how many children's stories you publish.
Well, I could always do with a few words strung together to make no coherent sense. What should we discuss today? Perhaps the decline of the whale populations or perhaps nobody cares. You should care. You never know when an alien species will revisit earth to check up on how the whales are doing. Then the earth would be plunged into chaos just because of this on ginormous probe. Then we would need to send back some people to the 20th century to bring back some whales to restore the whale population in the future and wait . . . that's star trek.