is everything really real?
and while i leave you all with that ecerteric question on which to ponder, i shall move on from it and never speak of it again.
in completely unrelated news, i think i may be cracking up. further. i came to this conclusion when faced today with the insane desire to cackle after realizing exactly how much botox my school principle has has injected into her forehead and jaw. this fact should probably have produced a reaction of mixed disgust and fascination, but instead i felt only the compulsion to laugh loudly and hysterically and scream 'mrs s------ had surgery!'. similarly, when faced with a ranting teacher, a gaggle of vapid and annoying year 10s and a locker tied shut with my own hair ribbon, i felt that same manaical urge rising in my throat again. all i wanted to do was to sink to the floor and laugh until i cried or coughed up a lung, whichever came first.
in equally unrelated news, everybody should read crime and punishment. though somewhat confusing (having realized myself only 187pgs through that katerina ivanovna and someone else ivanovna were not actually related, i can appreciate this) and all characters having 12 syllable last names which only the narrator ever calls them by and the russian 2 first names thingy, its a fantastic book, which i think all year 12 students can particularly relate to, especially so in raskolnikovs descent into paranoia and madness.
i decided to write a story about my impending madness, but i could find no adequate spelling for crazy-murderer laughter. i have instead resorted to a story in which a lovely butterfly lives a happy and fullfilling life before being brutally crushed to death under the human foot. so cheery. means tho that when people ask if im writing another depressing story i can honestly ask 'how could butterflies be depressing?'
isnt that song hyperballad amazing? incredible. interesting question propounded also
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?
depressing as all hell, but an interesting. always wanted to know if i would die with my eyes open or not. still a great song though, one you can listen to when nothing else is working. a bit like nightswimming, or everybody hurts or recovering the satellites.
anyways, as it is getting late i shall leave you all to your own devices, whatever those devices may be.
peace
in completely unrelated news, i think i may be cracking up. further. i came to this conclusion when faced today with the insane desire to cackle after realizing exactly how much botox my school principle has has injected into her forehead and jaw. this fact should probably have produced a reaction of mixed disgust and fascination, but instead i felt only the compulsion to laugh loudly and hysterically and scream 'mrs s------ had surgery!'. similarly, when faced with a ranting teacher, a gaggle of vapid and annoying year 10s and a locker tied shut with my own hair ribbon, i felt that same manaical urge rising in my throat again. all i wanted to do was to sink to the floor and laugh until i cried or coughed up a lung, whichever came first.
in equally unrelated news, everybody should read crime and punishment. though somewhat confusing (having realized myself only 187pgs through that katerina ivanovna and someone else ivanovna were not actually related, i can appreciate this) and all characters having 12 syllable last names which only the narrator ever calls them by and the russian 2 first names thingy, its a fantastic book, which i think all year 12 students can particularly relate to, especially so in raskolnikovs descent into paranoia and madness.
i decided to write a story about my impending madness, but i could find no adequate spelling for crazy-murderer laughter. i have instead resorted to a story in which a lovely butterfly lives a happy and fullfilling life before being brutally crushed to death under the human foot. so cheery. means tho that when people ask if im writing another depressing story i can honestly ask 'how could butterflies be depressing?'
isnt that song hyperballad amazing? incredible. interesting question propounded also
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
When it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?
depressing as all hell, but an interesting. always wanted to know if i would die with my eyes open or not. still a great song though, one you can listen to when nothing else is working. a bit like nightswimming, or everybody hurts or recovering the satellites.
anyways, as it is getting late i shall leave you all to your own devices, whatever those devices may be.
peace
posted by Toastghost at
12:24 am
4 Comments:
Sounds like a fitting story for the parnell-connor, wouldn't you say? -hint hint- : p
it would have been cooler if the butterfly had turned out to be human, and the human was then crushed by a butterfly...
write it write it write it
haha . i havent actualy seen shepherd since scholarship interview last yr but i actually have NEVER suspected she got botox here was me thinking it was clever computer tricks in the bulletins
crazy murderer laughter = 'hahahahahaha' etc etc . or vaguely allude to it !
I always find that the best sort of laugh has a little bit of improv. at the start. For example:
Bwahahaha/Mwahahaha
/Fwahahaha/Hnoohahah etc etc
Sure its a little odd - but there IS a fine line between genius and lunacy!
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