Sometimes you slam into a wall. Shock anger and frustrtion takes hold and you do everything mindless in the moment to take that sucker down. Usually more than a little pain a humilation and stupidity present themselves, before more concentrated focused efforts present start to take shape. Battle plans are drawn up. But all still fails. That fricken still stands!!! Damn the chinese are good (or whomever errected this monster). Eventually after several failed attempts - the last few seeming like sure winners - you start to make yourself comfortable to mastermind a new plan. Eventually comfort sorta takes hold and you enjoy yourself a little.
Then somehow a reminder hits you on the head. While climbing a tree and to pick fuit or some shit, you fall and find yourself in someplace new. "What the hell am I doing here again?" And you remember the dreaded wall... and start to have the dread and anger return when suddenly you realise.."Shit Im on the other side" Then you get angry cause all your goods are still back in the other side... there's always something to be upset about.
taking a look around it is a desolate wasteland with no signs of life anywhere, except for a few tiny seedling you see starting to sprout up. All blank and ready life to begin...
Good thing I wasnt here earlier... thank God the chinese built that stupid wall
Currently listening to:
War
By U2
About Me
- mbeano
- I'm intellingently stupid, and retardedly witty. Like a magnet, I repel and attract... often at the same time. And like some bacterial parasites, at first you may feel the instinct to get rid of me, but eventually you get used to me, and in reality I have become part of your normal flora and actually necessary - ya know, how they help break down shit that you wouldnt be able to otherwise. That's me :P Im full of supposed contradictions: Love indie music but hate scenesters, although I occasionally will where the uniform but only if Im in a non scenester setting. I digs me some jesus but need a little lucifer. I like boys, but when Im drunk I love playing with boobies like a little boy plays with GI Joes. I usually piss on art but all my freinds are artistic and I am going into a creative industry... maybe I just like to take the piss out of art. I absolutely love my family and esp. freinds more than anything, I am full of love, and I love to hate (playhate)
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