Distant.

I woke up today and the world wasn't the same. It was made up of tiny spots that hung close together, like dust kicked up into the air, and each spot was a piece of the world we see. They hung so close that the image was obvious, but they spread out distant enough that nothing was clear. It was as if the universe was falling apart, one atom at a time, and I could see it all breaking up. I watched and wondered why this didn't scare me. Why was something so disastrous taking place right in from of me without inciting the slightest emotion at all? I should be trembling at the thought, stirring around in my rapid mind, trying to figure it out. Hoping that a solution pops up before it's far too late. I ran the gamut of possibilities in my mind. The conclusion is always the same. I was simply too used to watching the world fall apart around me. This time, though infinitely more real, was nothing worth getting worked up about.

Drinking the lights.

I don't know who said it or what exactly was said, so I won't quote anyone, but it has passed my ear once that everyone in this world is crazy. The difference between us all is left to the degree of insanity that each person is subject to in their views. I know i'm crazy, sure, but how crazy could I actually be when the world around me displays the characteristics of a maniac laughing gaudily at the twinkling of lights that only they can see? Then again, am I truly seeing the world for what it is or am I simply seeing my own set of twinkles? I'll be drunk soon, so it doesn't really matter, I suppose.

Actual post time.

http://www.cracked.com/article_17313_10-popular-porn-scenarios-that-seem-highly-implausible.html


You mean I can't actually get any pussy if I stick my dick through a pizza?

Son of a bitch!

Hammer the nail.

The buzzing of the monitor keeps a simple distraction from the flaming of the lights smashing my weary eyes from the screen. I try to see if I can actually visualize the sound in a tangent manner that would convince me to reach out, maybe feel its texture between my fingers. Anything really, just as long as it's different. I took two Advil, they haven't kicked in yet. I don't know why i'm here. 'If I had something better to do i'd do it.' is what I tell myself. I have a lot of things that could be considered better than this. I don't know.

Swimming in your face.

Every morning my eyes pop to the surrounding white spray of paint splattered walls sitting around me. Watching with their speckled gaze in an attempt to give the illusion that this isn't just another room, this is some sort of example that design isn't limited to just the upper class living. It's just a painted wall, I know, but looking at things in these extremes keep me from suffering from a limited view of the world around me. Or maybe i'm just bored, I don't know.

I'm further greeted by the dry, crusted taste of snot lodged inside of my nose as I inhale the stale dust filled air that has been warmed to a sloshing goodness by the heat of he sun coming from the window that is only a few feet away from me. I gag, of course. The air I can live with but the stuff in my nose, that gets to me. It hasn't always been this way either, this is new, which makes it all the more annoying.


I roll out of bed, eager to relieve myself of current discomforts. Blow my nose, take a piss, brush my teeth, and of course stare into the mirror for about five minutes straight and wonder why it all has to be so god damn ugly. My head hurts, and I wish I were drunk already.