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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 9:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 10:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:52 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 27, 2010 7:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 7:52 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 28, 2010 12:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:22 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 9:58 pm
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ジョニーカロ ʝohnny Ҫ.
Two nights ago, I was taking a walk at night, and this little chihuahua started following me!!! GODDAMMIT!! IT KNEW!! I ran, and finally lost it, and made it home!!! BUT IT KNEW!! IT KNEWWWW!! Did the DOG SEND YOU?!" Well, I just don't want you to think that this piece of s**t is anything other than a pathetic, human defect. Nothing more. Not a monster, not a bogeyman. Nothing but another reason to feel better about yourself. Understand that it's just a person - not worth devoting any nightmares to
Johnny stands in the shadows, as he always did, twirling a batterie-powered drill in his hand, waiting to see which peice of s**t trash would be his next victim...
I detest sleep. I've got better things to do. Besides, I find it frightening - to awaken and be unsure of everything you remember about life not being just part of a dream. Waking means I've slept, and sleep dissolves what certainty I have left
Dear Die-ary, there's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt. I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now... but I can't help but look forward to where it's going
ME TO THE RESCUE!
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:38 pm
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ジョニーカロ ʝohnny Ҫ.
Two nights ago, I was taking a walk at night, and this little chihuahua started following me!!! GODDAMMIT!! IT KNEW!! I ran, and finally lost it, and made it home!!! BUT IT KNEW!! IT KNEWWWW!! Did the DOG SEND YOU?!" Well, I just don't want you to think that this piece of s**t is anything other than a pathetic, human defect. Nothing more. Not a monster, not a bogeyman. Nothing but another reason to feel better about yourself. Understand that it's just a person - not worth devoting any nightmares to
Johhny walks out of the shadows, though he was not a day person, and started to walk down the beach side. He waited for something, something bad to happen. " HEY! WATCH OUT FREAK! " Johnny moved to the side as a man ran past, trying to catch a frisbee. " Freak? As in a person or animal that is markedly unusual or deformed? I am not a Freak, I am Unquie you peice of s**t! " The man stopped and glared at him, " What did you say? " " You heard me you second rate peice of s**t, that is not even worth messing with. I might as well kill you here. I never get in trouble, I have drained people of their blood in a crowded street, while people watched, and I left, unimportant to them once more~ " The man blinked, before tossing the frisbee at his friend and cracking his knuckles, " Little Freak has issues. " " No less then you. " He dodges clean to the side as the man trys to punch him, takes a tazer out of his pocket, jumps up and lodges it in the side of the mans head, before setting it off and kicking him into the water. He smiles devilishly at the blood curling screams, the clear water turning red... And still, no one seemed to care.
I detest sleep. I've got better things to do. Besides, I find it frightening - to awaken and be unsure of everything you remember about life not being just part of a dream. Waking means I've slept, and sleep dissolves what certainty I have left
Dear Die-ary, there's nothing terribly wrong with feeling lost, so long as that feeling precedes some plan on your part to actually do something about it. Too often a person grows complacent with their disillusionment, perpetually wearing their "discomfort" like a favorite shirt. I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now... but I can't help but look forward to where it's going
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 10:58 pm
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