eye candy

Ive watched this 73 times and counting. Its like going to a candy store but all the candy is inspiring you to become something more than you are...... pretty much desire to a DD...

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standing in the shower my nose begins to bleed..i'm thinking, im not talking level one thoughts, im talking code red deep level 10 shit.. am i having an Aneurysm... no but close. Some how from where i dont know a memory entered my head, "what is heavier a kilo of bricks or a kilo of feathers" my step mum says, Always wanting to be first no matter the cost i abruptly answer"bricks" yes i know im wrong.. after my memory i think whats longer a metre of rope or a metre of elastic and is the measurement of elastic stretched or un stretched and if the latter does that mean the elastic is actually longer... ten minutes have past my room mate knocks on the door and says whats taking u fuck... whys my nose bleeding... this is not important enough to blog about im sorry if u have read this and are thinking cheeses that was a waste of time but if u think that then sympathise with me i waste time on shit like this every hour where does it come from.... I blame SPC tinned food they are the real super power of this earth, any one profiteering from sheer scare tactics as incase food(incase there is a storm incase all the real food dies incase u break ur legs and cant get to fresh food for days) will not and by no one else should not be trusted .... their we go again wasted time hey look there's a bird... if u looked up for a bird we are like minded people... keen?

My chat roulette experience.... (try read in 25 seconds to live the story in real time)

Click..... Dude laying on his bed, arm in 90 degree angle,  head resting on it as if to let me know he understands and just wants to talk.... As i press Click again i realise that everything about the last empty bullet chamber was cliche american....Click close up of a guy masterbating.... caught off guard Click (wish i made a homo call then realise i'm not homophobic while i wait for the next shot i think surely there is a better way for old mate to get a start) Click naked chick on screen live trying to get me to go to her website i associate nudity and live with sex quickly cum ask her name and tell her this never happens she clicks i begin ritualistic post sex crying...... Click pants all stuck to me and tears starting to pour a naked guy masturbating in a NY hat laying in understanding pose asks me if everything is okay... i close the computer and vow never to visit chat roulette again......Click Cum Cry (sounds a whole lot like new age dot com love?)

top lip life

Growing up I was all smiles. Please's, thank you's, your looking nice, may I...... I had learnt this type of behaviour from advice that would be maybe the pinnacle of my pre teen learnings. Advice which had come to me in a drunken slur from a man I nicknamed "dad" (the nick name had stuck when 9 months BCT(Before cody turnbull(are brackets with in barckets legal or do u need inception approval from leo himself)))he had impregnated my mother, "dad" as i called him at the time was slung in free fall after being punched for being too drunk in his local watering hole, as he feel he looked me dead in the eye and said"you" unfortunately the impact of his head hitting the smokers gutter at the base of the bar had rendered him unconscious before he could finish the advice. Later on he would tell me "you have to go along to get along or get along to go along" he was a bit cloudy still from the booze/knock out combo. So thats what i did i got going along. When i was old enough to shave i applied this get along theory to my facial hair, as to not offend or mislead people to believe i was anything but friendly, by keeping clean cut but not to clean. You can see evidence in the photo below.

This was all well and good until came a time in my life where people were taking advantage of this kind nature and squeezing everything they could get out of me. As this does to most, i started to want to rebel, yet i quickly swallowed it down deep and developed a ripe old case of Dissociative identity disorder. 

You can also see evidence of this in the photo below. His name is jeremy, and yeah i know its scary too look at but some where in there is me.

Jeremy in the end won out and he soon found ways to make me more bad ass everyday. Eventually he (with his great analytical skills) had worked out that as bikies have tattoos and leather and fighters have tap out clothing, he needed to find the definitive common link found in all rebellious teens...... And with that came this pathetic attempt at man lip. This guaranteed him the stigma of "juvenile delinquent".... and yes all attempts at getting girls were to no surprise shutdown or ended in teen pregnancy.

In the end good won over evil and i was again my cheery happy go lucky self, although the life that jeremy had made for me was one in which this kind of behaviour was not accepted, so with out further a-due i got my self out of that threatening friend circle the only way i knew how……..POW camps and gas chambers…..