kaiguy
I remember once I guilted a boy in class to trade me his holographic Charizard card for a few meaningless pokemon cards. I didn't feel bad until I saw him crying later in the hallway. I traded him his Charizard back.
it floats above my left shoulder. whispers ideas in my ear. it floats to my right and convinces me of wrongs. it hovers. just out of reach, but within earshot.
a crush is a lust for the lush. to quench life's thirsts is the rush. we long to be crushed, thus, we crush.
lucky green clubs. heart stars and horseshoes _______s and blue moons. 3 leaves are luckier. 4 leaves are freaks. if you had an extra arm, would you consider yourself lucky? nah, dont think so.
ahhh its like a sweater for your insides. whiskey flows on cool nights and warm days. whiskey speaks about the times past with a rasp. it shelters us from the cold while exposing our own elements.
severe sounds like an injury. nothing good is ever described as severe. noone ever says "wow thats severely improved". its abrasive, destructive, a measure of ill. severe only describes a negative extreme.
nothing is obsolete or it wouldn't exist. everything serves a purpose, even if that purpose is to simply do nothing. the one thing that makes me mad is when companies plan for their products to become obsolete. theyb know that if they create the peak item that they wont have repeat purchasers. obsolete.
ive owned many a bookshelf. now a days a book shelf exists in a digital space, files floating and waiting to be accessed and downloaded. where once ink weighed down pages of a book and that book found home on a shelf, now is e-ink. and thats whack,
i thirst for attention. not from other people but from the powers to be. i thirst for attention from fate, so that life may put me in the spotlight for once. i don't want to be famous. i want to be worthy. i thirst for attention from karma, so that i know the good i do in life will somehow be done for me.