A Man, Perhaps Even You, Sits One Day On A Rockface High Above A Roaring Sea. He Lights A Cigarette,
A man, perhaps even you, sits one day on a rockface high above a roaring sea. He lights a cigarette, and watches as the water batters the rocks, as he watches, for hours the waters rise and fall, he contemplates that fate itself must work in much the same way, he inserts himself into this concept and continues contemplating his existence.
A small child happens upon the man, the rock face though precarious being easily reachable by a certain means, and pulls from her pocket a small collection of shells and rocks she has found, and how proud she is of them. The man speaks with her awhile, about her collection and how its a wonderful collection, the only of its kind in all of existence, and produces his own pretty rock he found on his walk, and places it in her hand.
The mother, finding lost child apprehensively calls to her, seeing she is amongst company of this strange man on the rock face. As it happens, it then comes to pass a strong breeze hits them and the frail girl is sent hurtling towards the edge of the rocks, and the man grabbing her coat, stops her from tumbling down the cliffside.
The mother frantically runs towards the man and flings herself onto him, latching on in unbenounced appreciation and depth. The man not anticipating this, loses footing and the man and mother topple down the rocks and the child is left an orphan, just her and her rocks.
No good deed goes unpunished, as they say.
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Just waiting to wake up in a nuthouse, having someone tell me this has all been a dream, then burning me with a cigarette. no big whoop...
I dont have boobs so I have to win people over the hard way, you know, wit, and intelligence and, skills therein. It’s not going so well...maybe if i change my tumblr name to tweakerbarbie people will love me. The again MY dad hugged me so I dont need that daddy hug from strangers. Hat off to the dumb sluts of tumblr, cant imagine why ya parents dont give a flying fuck about ya, have some more meth i mean you have a 7th grade education, surely your brain can handle the damage.
"I will work as long as my life remains. Working for my food is what has made me happy in this life." (Gatlang, Rasuwa)
We make an idol of our fear and that idol we call God.
Ingmar Bergman
Lately I'm reading literature from 1930's Japan, I'm reading 1960's scifi, im reading 1800s philosophy and Ill tell ya a funny thing about it, nothing has changed, and probably nothing will change
I’m a huge Dock Boggs fan, also any music thats as good as it is annoying is ok in my book.
Drunk words are only sober thoughts.
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Musings and more of a despondant 30 year old man, former drug addict, current writer/alcoholic. I'm unmarried, I have no children, and all my dreams are dead, I've wasted my life, and you can too! Never say never. Sometimes prolific, mostly offensive observations about people, life, and the nature of the universe. I'm a communist, your god's a lie, hate mail welcome.
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