Dont say or do things when you are angry or emotional.
But Mamma, it is my emotions that drive me to create such brilliant shit. And its the same emotions that make me want to hit someone. So is it wrong if I act on them and create wonderful things and hit people that deserve it? HM? Wouldn't the world just be a more beautiful and safer place?
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Road Block
Driving along down a long stretch of road, listening to music, feeling great... and than all of a sudden your tire blows or even worse you encounter a dead end! You know that feeling? The one where you're going oh SHIT! The one that you are not prepared for!
Crap Crap Crap!!! You got no monkey ranch and/or the road is not wide enough to make a turn or back up. And if you do end up backing up, you're just praying to God that there is no one coming in behind you to give your nice little car a kiss in its behind sending you off the road. Its that feeling of; what the heck have I gotten myself into and why did I not look at the Map carefully? Why did I not see the sign 100 meters behind me where it said "Road Closure"... don't go any further!?
Oh Yeah!Because I was too busy blasting feel good music of the 80s and just being happy to be on the road! Duh! JUST GOT CAUGHT UP! Well isn't that how life is? We just get caught up in the moments only to cringe at our blindness the next moment!
ARG is all I got to say people at the moment!
Honestly... sometimes we should pay a little more attention to the road to avoid situations that make us go in reverse!
Crap Crap Crap!!! You got no monkey ranch and/or the road is not wide enough to make a turn or back up. And if you do end up backing up, you're just praying to God that there is no one coming in behind you to give your nice little car a kiss in its behind sending you off the road. Its that feeling of; what the heck have I gotten myself into and why did I not look at the Map carefully? Why did I not see the sign 100 meters behind me where it said "Road Closure"... don't go any further!?
Oh Yeah!Because I was too busy blasting feel good music of the 80s and just being happy to be on the road! Duh! JUST GOT CAUGHT UP! Well isn't that how life is? We just get caught up in the moments only to cringe at our blindness the next moment!
ARG is all I got to say people at the moment!
Monday, October 25, 2010
My Halloween Nightmare!
I put down the phone.
There's a shot-wound in my heart and the life is oozing out of my body... All I can do is stand there...terrified! Unable to move. Caught in the headlights, dazed and confused I try to make sense of my situation? Was I in the wrong spot at the wrong time or was I just a caught in Fates Trap? Numb, I try to find the nearest person who would fill up the gaping hole. But no ones around. I try to stuff my fingers where my heart was pierced making my blood splatter all over the sand coloured walls. I slip and fall in the puddle before me.It makes such a mess that when they do find me, they'd assume I was shot repeatedly by a machine gun, instead of a nice little handgun. I frantically try to find the phone, to call for help but the line is dead. HELP, I scream in my mind. HELP, I try to force the word out of my mouth. I keep putting pressure on the wound but it just keeps spewing blood. Dark, Red, Sticky Blood! Then somewhere down below I hear a sound. I start making noise. Thrashing my body from side to side. I hear footsteps on the stairs, they're reaching for the door. I'm going to be saved. My mothers familiar face pops in the room.
" Hey Honey, Hows school today? How are you and the Boyfriend doing?" She smiles sweetly.
I stare at her, my body refusing to get up, refusing to to say anything, it wants me to die. It won't turn around to show her the wound, it won't ask for help. It betrays the heart that has, for so long, kept it alive, it turns sinister, basking in the glory that it won't survive.
Mom, can't you see I'm hurt. Can't you call an ambulance. Can't you see the blood on the walls? Mom Please... Please Mom... Please look at me. Mom I am dying!
" Oh Sweetie, it looks like you're re-decorating... Okay, I am going to let you do that. But I want to see it when its all done." She says as she closes the door behind her. Leaving a faint scent of her perfume as a reminder of my momentary hope.
My blood is pouring out, there goes my strength. There goes my soul. I gasp as my eyelids grow heavy and the my arms slide down to my sides. 'So it is true' I think to myself... 'You can die of a broken heart'.
There's a shot-wound in my heart and the life is oozing out of my body... All I can do is stand there...terrified! Unable to move. Caught in the headlights, dazed and confused I try to make sense of my situation? Was I in the wrong spot at the wrong time or was I just a caught in Fates Trap? Numb, I try to find the nearest person who would fill up the gaping hole. But no ones around. I try to stuff my fingers where my heart was pierced making my blood splatter all over the sand coloured walls. I slip and fall in the puddle before me.It makes such a mess that when they do find me, they'd assume I was shot repeatedly by a machine gun, instead of a nice little handgun. I frantically try to find the phone, to call for help but the line is dead. HELP, I scream in my mind. HELP, I try to force the word out of my mouth. I keep putting pressure on the wound but it just keeps spewing blood. Dark, Red, Sticky Blood! Then somewhere down below I hear a sound. I start making noise. Thrashing my body from side to side. I hear footsteps on the stairs, they're reaching for the door. I'm going to be saved. My mothers familiar face pops in the room.
" Hey Honey, Hows school today? How are you and the Boyfriend doing?" She smiles sweetly.
I stare at her, my body refusing to get up, refusing to to say anything, it wants me to die. It won't turn around to show her the wound, it won't ask for help. It betrays the heart that has, for so long, kept it alive, it turns sinister, basking in the glory that it won't survive.
Mom, can't you see I'm hurt. Can't you call an ambulance. Can't you see the blood on the walls? Mom Please... Please Mom... Please look at me. Mom I am dying!
" Oh Sweetie, it looks like you're re-decorating... Okay, I am going to let you do that. But I want to see it when its all done." She says as she closes the door behind her. Leaving a faint scent of her perfume as a reminder of my momentary hope.
My blood is pouring out, there goes my strength. There goes my soul. I gasp as my eyelids grow heavy and the my arms slide down to my sides. 'So it is true' I think to myself... 'You can die of a broken heart'.
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