ambyrjayde
Control, when you don't have it you want it. When you have it you exploit it until its taken from you and the cycle starts over.
I have no control over this life, but I don't know for sure if I want it. If I'm in control then I'm the one to blame.
But by letting other people control me and I really not still to blame? If I let them manipulate I am not really being manipulated...
Everyone wishes everything to be cheap. I want it to, I wish rent was cheaper, I wish gas was cheaper, I wish life was cheaper.
But it never will get cheaper, everyone is in it to make money, even the people complaining about the expenses of something are wanting to make money
bleh I am not feeling this today...
I have nothing today. I could write about key chains dripping blood from where someone used one to kill someone, trying to throw shock value in there. I could write about a key chain I had when I was a child, a crystal heart one that shattered when I threw it against the wall and told him I hated him.
I could post different words that key chains remind me of.
But I won't...
Strength is a misunderstood concept. To be strong sometimes you have to give up. Sometimes you have to understand that someone else should win. Sometimes being strong means running away.
However sometimes being strong means beating the shit out of someone till they stop bothering you.
But yeah only sometimes.
Tables, buffet tables, with the little dishes on them that have little burners under them. You know the ones with the like kerosene jelly inside of them. Totally surrounded on all sides by them, the jelly dripping off the sides. I'd splashed it everywhere I guess I just have to hope that the jelly catches fire as easy w/out a wick as it did with.
The demon barber, Sweeny Todd I think? I kinda want to watch that movie, but only cause it has Johnny Depp in it. He is one good lookin man (sometimes not so much as Willy Wonka)
And one time I tipped this barber (shes a girl so maybe beautician?) 5 dollars it was cool.
The End!
She draped her jacket across the bench, it was metal and cold. She'd sat at this bench many times before she met him, sometimes reading, sometimes not.
She'd been sitting here the day she met him, hadn't been back since then.
On SNL there was a stripper? type guy named Mango, it was kind of amusing.
I've never had the fruit mango before. I think I might have drank mango flavored juices though.
My brain is empty today...
The man was just an outlet for her rage, if he hadn't been there she would have picked the hooker on the corner, with the red vinyl skirt, but he'd been slinking into the back door of Club 24 and she couldn't help it. He'd eyed her up and down when she first pulled him away. His screams had been intoxicating after that.
She sprinkled the sage on top of the plate of spaghetti, a wistful look in her eyes. She has cooked for him for so many years. When he was angsty, and couldn't find a job, when he was working and hated every minute of it, when he was cheating, and happy.
She hoped the sage masked the rat poison.
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