Idiotic Tendencies

Thick bubbling frustration courses through my veins. The weight of it can be noticed as my body trys to press it through my body. Sickly bumps and brusies breakout where the frustration begins. The tension in my shoulders riddles it's way through my back and legs. My fingers curl white with rage. My molars are grinding. My tounge bitten. A physical revolt mirroring a mental breakdown. How can someone be so unthoughtful? So two-faced? So absoulutely ignorant that the potency is a chemical compound? I am baffeled. How can it be that a healthy seventeen year old human being has only obtained the maturity level of a pubecent twelve yearold. Unable to think past zombie apocolyptic video games and jeuvinal games such as basement pingpong. The deepth of this individuals able thought proccesses is about one inch in the philosipic "metric" unit. A thought process that is most commonly known with this specimen is EAT, PISS, FUCK. Only one thread of information can trickle through this ones head at a time. The key word of that previous sentence is the word "through". It's the only physical option for information to travel on account of having a incredibly small space to retain and remeber facts, literally in one ear and out the other. A biological mystery, he has been reffered to in some cases, for idiocy to this degree has only come around the genetic carasoul once every generation or so.

good god you have presented me this horrible face

The sights of this mouth, so wide and prosperous. The indents of these enormas teeth. Not white at all, but a tinge of fringe. Perhaps even a tint of mint. Or in the most impossible cases known to god, there is a glimmer of simmer in the dimmer light.
This oral cavity is feared in all creveses of this dirty planet. This filthy place known as spit and yarn that treverses the yule tide carols of many lives.
This mysterious yarn is only present in the OC(oral cavity) when terrorists are indulgent and murder the children of all. This yarn shimmys towards the terriosts. They flee in flight. They run in terror. They book it. They crevaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHH
This MOUTH, THIS MOUTH IS MY DEMISE, they would chant. They always made the first word, this, the softest then continued with a shallow cresendo to the final constenant, DEMISE!!!!

THEY
HAVE
GOTTEN
THEM
SELVES
IN
THIS
SITUATION.

THEY
MUST
DEAL
WITH
THEIR
CONSEQUENCES.

Anyhow, this is how things go in the Mouth. I have tried to supress my memories of ..the Mouth.. but sometimes these sharp experiences cannot be dulled.
Beside me, to my right is a small surbian, she has a voice that sometimes reminds me of small murmurs of the holy harps. The small nails she chews for the moment being. the wide mouth is open, she releases a large cackle that makes up for her size.
Approaches is another smallin' perhaps 96..97 lbs. Canadian. the littlest mumble that whisps from her pursed lips, she is of need of a dollar fifty. The rainbow colors trickle around her aura.
The bones seemed to protrude agressivly from this one. I can see that is true passion lies within the feline speices. His torrent of hair is ferousious batteling his scalp as the day wares on.
All is well.

the sounds of inners resinate

how the body churns itself into a small ball.
the moist happenings of every day make noises that echo throughout the smallest chamber. The walls are white.
the shelves are full
magazines stare back, with their nasty grins, and powdered noses, poreless skin.

The blue chairs contain rocks as stuffing. Horrible rocks that nip and threaten at every movement preformed. The rocks come from the most deadly island on this planet, the island of gringor. Gringor was a bountyful man at one point in history. His good fourtune, hygene, and dazzling smile would melt the citizens hearts on a day-to-day basis. The wonders of his man grew so deep in the secioty, that many miniture shrines would be set up. The most luxzrious shrine resided at the Honluga residence. A huge manor which over looked the entier city. This shrine was ever so delightful, on account of it's outreageously tall ceilings and hand painted potery. Gringgor had acces to it only, which is quite odd since it was a shrine dedicated to him.
In fact, now that I recall..Gringor was a horribly strange man.
The crinkle of his eye was filled with segma, the most awful of human cheeses. His upperlip was never really connected with his face, simply a metaphor, or simalie. his awful mouth that beard nothing but black fleshy moss and bile. The knicks cut from his throat were infected and pussing green. Intent little creatures resided in the pits of his flabby arms to live off the liquid bacterias and beets milk that was created there. The blood that constantly bled from his razer sharp fingernails, was pure black. Folleculues were mashed and crushed and sliced open by a foreboding sense of escape. His only method of living was to gross forests and cakes of lice in his hair sell them on the streets in winter. It was like the essence of him was truly rotting the trees in every forest. Was sinking every battle ship, with one hateful glare. The aura of him was drowning the young, killing the old. The fact that this horrid man exsisted connected the fire with hell. Putrid, distasteful being. Purest hellfire shit. He was worth no time, no morcel.
The citizens that admired him so, were indeed citizens. They were the rats of the town, citizens of filth and grim. The rats and sewage and aging blood and crusting phlem and putrid puss and aborted gastly fingernails began to wimper softly in the streets. The began to ask him questions. To create religions. To create the essence of Gringor.

anthrapology

some days the sun shines brighter in my eyes. It is mabye because I am in a light happy mood, and mabye it's cause my previous eye contact solution was recalled on account of a chemical malfunction.. Whatever it is, i am thankful for it's enthusiasm to literally brighten my day to a wholesome degree.
Thank you weather of winnipeg.
Times are a happening, yes thay are. It's april and I have a few things to concern myself with:
-piano examination
-continuing great marks at skewl (85% average!)
-stop being grounded
-stop yelling at my mom to shut up and also to stop throwing docters examing robes at her face.

I definitaly take that woman for granted. Sorry mam. You know our love was first recognized the nine months we were conected. Sounds gross, but to some people, including myself, it seems legit.
even to legit to quit perhaps..
oh jc hammer.

I put my paris photos on the device that is considered to be called facebook. No response from the followers. I thought the photos were nice... they are fantastically amazing actually. The actual, certain, singular word that I will proclaim for my photographs is






FANTASTICAL.





















Thankyou and have a nice day in the neghborhood. I am ever so bored with the computer and have decided already that I will be enjoying the outdoors in t minus ten seconds
no spell check preformed, enjoy the errors I present to you.

333sixfiveeightseven.

print, print, print says the printer to my immediate left.
I am so sick and tired of this god damn jazz project I've been doing. I have actually achieved 3 hours on this stool thus far tonight.
what an amazing achievement sammy.
But this dumb ass assignment is finally done. thank ya baby Jesus Babylonian.
The bones in my back feel like they are condensing into my lower back. My tailbone whimpers as it stays positioned in the same stance for 2+ hours. my ribs and stomach flub have all been folded many times over. The gravity of today weighs my shoulders to and fro. slowly my eye lids fall. Maybe not even fall, but crash like the sea into a rocky shore. They crash and burn as my frayed eyelashes meet for the first time in years.
no but seriously, my eye lashes are being complete meanies lately. I honestly think I lost ten soldiers, lashes, in the past day.
WHAT TO BECOME OF THAT!?
perhaps I am turning into on of those hairless dogs. I will have to always wear clothes, to avoid infection of the skin. Not a fun life. No, swimming in a burka would be rather scratchy and nasty heavy in the water, what having about thirteen pounds of drenched clothing all around. billowing in the green-brown-purple water of ....lets say Iraq. not a fun scene. no, not at all. the ocean there must be pretty god damn depressing.
on a lighter note.
miles Davis is one heck of a engineer when it comes to jazz!!, good on ya, fellow.
my next task is to find a stunning picture of him and print that as well. For the folk in vocal jizz of the morrow.
god
Christ
i actually don't know why I put up with such crazy things.
i men really? jazz of the vocal variety is fun and all, but homework is out of the question!
I do not even have a credit, signed up for this course. poop.
printing, printing yip a do day, oh my god what a wonderful daaaay says the printer to my immediate left.

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"I'm terribly sorry to hear that your head cold is still around.
Your mind is one that I enjoy very much so, and I wish to adveture and discover every nook and crainie of it.
I hope you can return to your proper health soon enough so I continue proper conversations with my boyfriend, creative personality bursting conversation. Tastey to the seems.
I was supossed to go to the beach today, but Instead we slept in and watched dexter and have biked.
Now I'm watching a soap opera with my grandma. There is a wedding going on at the moment.
soon enough I will go to J.C. penny.
then, I will bbq with my dad.
a day for a queen, which is the card that is featured on my shirt that I am currently wearing. I like it.
Git better. have a nice new years and love you"

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"-I like flanel
-eric just got taken away to be feed to teradactol chicks
-I am going to look for my very own surf gear today!!
-This is all being provided to you via new laptop!
-I am special, thanks to you I believe it

a ya ay , sammay says hay
But actually I will now bid adieu, for my back pains me to it's greatest extent and the will to have my back to Jerrassci Park, is fading fast.

Till the end of world war one, I shall see you then my sweet.
Somewhere in the trenches,
Sam"