Yay! We're fuck up!

Sorry if I didn't write that much last month, I was preparing for NanoWriMo. Not really but I'll use that as an excuse. I am a bit of a procrastinator so this will hopefully help me. I also procrastinated with the signing up part so don't go looking for me on their sight. That doesn't matter I can still do it without the word count.

If you read some of my posts labeled "Parable of Insanity". The story is basically about him, trying to fit into the real world. Then again, I can't decide on several different variables so I started rewriting it about twice already. The main difference between the versions is his name, weather he has one or not, I think I might call him Keter. But I would like to keep him nameless.

"Come here often?" He says, talking this time instead of just smiling.
"As often as I get lame pick up lines" She says, smiling at her comeback.
"Well it's my first time here, can you show me around?"
"Wait, I'm pretty sure I've seen you here before." She blurts out, confused.
"No you have not, it was just an illusion" He pauses before adding, "You must have some good daydreams if I am in them."

He can be a sweet guy when he needs be, or wants to be. But really he is quite insane. Sweet sociopathic guys. Insanity is a fashion statement nowadays. Come on, go crazy, all the cool kids are doing it! Just look at things like Jhonney The Homicidal Maniac, Dexter, and many more that I can't think of at the moment. Also the whole fashion of emos cutting themselves, come to think of it I would like to cut emos too.

Last Dance for Mary Jane

He looked at her and saw more than a girl. More than anything he ever saw before really. Half a coffee shop between them and he could smell her hair, feel her breath, touch her skin. Nothing lasts forever, same with coffee. Soon enough, too soon for him, she left. Leaving only a warm seat and a empty cup. He wouldn't leave home with only that, oh no, not this time. He need more, much more that he ever survived on before. He asked how he could have ever survive before this night, before this chase of a girl. Three blocks north, one west. The longest and most exciting walk he had ever taken because at the end was her. The Beauty. And him the Beast. But that story ends a whole lot better. No one dies in that story. Everyone is happy. He knew he couldn't be happy. So he got as close as he could to true happiness by getting as physically close to this girl as possible. Once her door was down, all she tried was to get away, all her might was against him. But he knew she couldn't win, he was waiting much much longer for this chance. Nothing could keep him away form this girl tonight, especially not this girl. And he got his chance, his chance at happiness. And let me tell you something, he enjoyed every moment. The moment which she could run no longer. The moment where he first laid his hand upon her skin. When she shivered at his touch and screamed at his grab. She screamed and screamed but nothing could be done to stop him. The universe itself couldn't tear them apart at this point as he grabbed for more, so much more than he has seen before. And he took those hands that struck him and those feet that crawled from him and made sure that they could do no more. And he had his way, not just with her body but with her soul as well. He tasted not every square inch of her body but every cubic inch as well. Blood filled the room in not only volume but smell. the air was rich in the stench of iron. The stench he now loved as it came from the girl he loved one night and for the rest of his life.

<3

Rant of a Shy Guy

If one thing is out there I hate, it's people. Most people can go down the fucking drain with two bottles of Drano and a dash of bleach for taste. Relations are literal hell on Earth, worrying about someone is absolutely useless. Either they're dead or they're alive, worrying makes as much of a difference than whether or not there are 11 or just ten dimensions in our universe.

I believe that kids, some time when they were raised, should be left in the middle of the woods for about three or four weeks. Maybe a year or two. Not for proving they are strong enough to catch their own food or fend for themselves. But to prove they can live with themselves and only themselves. Kinda like cabin fever for Kids! This just proves to them how many people are going to be there for them most of their life. That will really show them how will be there for them the rest of their lives. Not mommy or daddy, not the government or some good-will church. No one. Not a soul.

People really need to learn that the only person you can trust is yourself. To be truthful, I don't trust that guy very much.

Turns out, didn't really work out with that guy, oh well.

Love letter from a pedo

My Lust,

I know I have seen you before but never in the eyes I have now. For days, you have passed me by, simple, just another in all the crowds. But today was different, oh how today was different, it was so much more magical than the day before. For today you saw me.

And now everything is of you, my thoughts, my dreams, my life. It's as only you and I exist. The world could be gone tomorrow for all I care as long as you and me were still hear. Death for them is life for us. Life would be worth living everyday till the end of time if I could only have you. I would feel death a thousand times to have you in my arms for but an hour, My Lust! No man, woman, or child so go a single day with out this, nothing but hope and joy for the days to come.

And all of this because of you. I would want nothing in this world if it was only your cock I could have, I would keep it till the end of time. Till the end of time I would grind against you, feel you struggle against me for the world so free. But I wouldn't want you free, I want you here, in my arms. Nobody's but mine.

For I have such lust the gods themselves could not contain, for you are nothing less than a god in my eyes. Stunning in beauty, perfection, as none other could see the pureness of you and your body. I would rip it open limb for limb just to find its secret. Tear it open to look inside and see the answers to all questions and the question to all answers. But nothing could compare to you, the boy who I would kill a thousand girls and shake a million lives if I could have you for just one day, My Lust.

Till the earth itself breaks,
Wylv



I kinda met someone today, he seems like a nice guy. We share a class but never been introduced to each other before today. I do hope it goes well with him.

I'm dreaming the popular vote elects the president.

I wonder if I'm the only person who's dreams make more sense then their life. Sure, my last dream was me as a female cartoon charter who could fly stranded in a desert dome in the middle of Antarctica. But it made sense. It followed a story. Even if the story was that I escaped and met a chick on top of a clock tower in New York, it was more comprehensible than me getting two completely different illnesses within a week of each other. The entire Antarctic continent being so small that I could see ocean all around it from a couple hundred feet up makes more sense than my anatomy test last week.

Maybe my dreams only make sense to me.
Maybe my life only doesn't make sense to me.

I do wonder if I could stay a bit longer in my dream world. I look for different lucid dreaming sites but they all make almost zero sense to me. Actually what they ask is rather easy, so easy I don't want to do it. Never want to do anything anymore.

Compy Blues

I started typing in random bad word with .com at the end of them and I got mixed results. Most of them were either porn or 'buy this domain' sites. But a few were unexpected. Like the American Nihilist Underground Society's site was a bit interesting.

In other news I got a program to make music. Its basically a freeware ripoff of Fruity Loops Studio. It goes nice against my Photoshop CS2, Flash 8, Corel Painter 10, and all the other stuff I don't use. I really wish I could commit myself to something. And not just a relationship. I starting to do that with my piano, but I'm taking classes for that that are easy as hell, teaching things like incrediblly simplified versions of "Ode to Joy" and "Jingle Bells" Maybe that's what I need, easy, finger by finger, high reward tutorials on how to animate, draw, act, sing, dance, and headbang.

Parable of Insanity

A man with short black hair and a dark green blazer walked into a local coffee shop crowded with hipsters and wifi-stealing geeks. He told the bored looking barista that he once caught a four inch fish with his bear hand right out of a fish tank. He then asked for a Miller Lite but realized he already had one, he pulls a full bottle of beer out of his jacket and tosses it across the room, smashing it over a fifteen year old Sceenkid's head, soaking his red striped hair before he turned around and saw a man in a dark green blazer walk out of a local coffee shop.