The mis-adventures of an unimportant lifestyle

The Way I Was Past Adventures

It's a simple procedure really. Who I am, and who I was. It matters not. I am you and I am your best friend. I am the person you were and I am the person you wish to become. How many different facads can a single person actually play and play correctly? What is the man inside actually thinking and who really cares? Does he care that he leads multiple lives? Does he have a future? Perhaps some of his lives do. Is it some twisted experiment to live the life of those that don't exist, or is it scary to know that such people do exist? Who's more frightened? Controlled Insanity. Within lies the journal of an adventurer. The things he has witnessed and his opinions. Be prepared for the ultimate stories of sickness and tragity. The absence of heart is often present.

In your coffin, built for you, to lament and wail.

Hello World

When I woke up in the morning I saw my ear laying next to me. I was confused at first but then calmly realized that it had fallen off in the middle of the night. That was, of course, ok with me. I stood from my bed and brushed my non-existant hair to avoid bed-head. I went into my kitchen and obtained a ziplock bag and placed my ear into it. I shed no blood. I started walking towards the hospital and realized halfway there that I had forgotten my clothes, and forgot to shower. When I returned to my home, it had been broken into and many priceless things were stolen. I got my clothes and took a shower ignoring the giant dead rat in the corner of the shower. I put on my clothes and started my journey to the hospital again. With the ziplock in my hand I began down the street and dropped it into the mailbox. With my ear gone I realized that I was hungry. I went into the butcher shoppe and asked the man at the counter for meat. He gave it to me and I ate it. The rawness of the meat didn't bother me until I remembered the dead rat in my shower. That was dinner. I went to the graveyard and stole some dead womans' flowers. I picked the petals from them as I started walking to the bus stop. By the time the bus arrived all the petals were gone and I had already eaten the stem. I met a very nice man on the bus.. we started talking about the weather and different things, but I began to get very very sick. Before I knew it, I threw up all over the man. He did not appreciate it and I couldn't stop laughing. After jumping off of the bus I found myself very close to my home. I went there to discover my next door neighbor to be quite dead. That was a drag, I kicked him over and entered his home. I went into his kitchen and got some flour and took all his milk and eggs. After I went home and ate my rat stew, I went to bed. There was a fat man in my bed so I cut him up and put his blubber into ziplocks to take to sell to the butcher the next day. His blood made wonderful paint for the room. After I painted... I went to bed.
Sometimes

It happens. When I walk alongside the giant mango that guides me through my life I sometimes find myself thinking of things that are not totally relevant to the everyday commonplace of the human race. There are definitive times where I sometimes believe I have been selected as a member of an incorrect race. The mango never agrees with me, as it has always been adament in its preaching of morals which are not known to but a select few. It tells me what to do, it informs me of something and I register it into a small bank where I keep all my knowledge. The shard of grass always tries to enter my mind by kicking off its small green chloroplast and floating in the air.

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