simply odd

I saw the oddest thing yesterday.. It was a cat or a chicken?!... now.. no need to yell and was that in question or statement form.. because I wasn't there, remember, how would i know.. well ha, i mean i was, there i mean. oh that's right, it was a cat, and that's what was weird, it was a cat. and then thankfully it started morphing into.. a face that had crinkly white skin, made from milk paste, it was screaming. Taking away all oddities, life was normal again. A screaming head, licking a floating lolly pop, on the back of an elephant.. I didn't panic, didn't worry that its nutritional standards weren't at par with a nutritionist, i just watched. And there was a fake watch on my hand you see. Ouch, wait a sec, Well.. that's funny, that head is mine, on my shoulders, the lolly pop tastes of salmon and... the elephant wants to talk to me but now here, wait a second, i don't mean to be rude but, how do you properly greet an elephant?

my intestines

I had the stitches from my hernatia surgery taken out today and well.. my intestines came out with them.. and a baby pooma... (a furry, round, pink animal that giggles constantly)
its was quite odd to say the least...

a cute kitten

"bloody murder! bloody murder!" screamed the cat.

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The objects- Cluttered bookcases being slowly decommissioned, item by item, a room filled with the mess of memories had. Lockers, boxes, beds, all strewn, a notification that time is changing and at that command we will be forced to follow, being tossed to and fro unmercifully.


The People- These lachrymose faces all display the effects of time's draconian rule, forcing recently made relationships to violently break into pieces. You do your best to dismiss the distasteful emotion that follows but there is no use when that emotion is tied to someone you care about so much.


The Superfluous-

1. I make an objection to you! You sir!
2. ME?
1. Yes! Throw away your emotions, the are excessive! You don't need a smile, a yell of joy, a cry of sadness to live, do you? Your heart will continue to tick without those things. Throw it all to the wayside, to the curb, make a grand collection of all the nugatory things of this world!
2. You make a point, though you see sir, we are humans, apropos that whole emotion thing I mean, we cant really refuse.. well... ourselves. Emotion is the engine behind our yearning to live. To deny it would be to deny life.

sparkles and star dust

I wish i could just simply leave this world, bursting through the clouds and atmosphere in a fit of exhilaration, greeting the heavenly vortexes one by one, happily dancing from each star to star without the sense of care or trouble.

smile

to smile in life is detrimental, if even just for the small and pointless things.

countless steps for a dream

He is roughly stitched, seams that haven’t been mended for countless years. His clumsy feet slowly plop, one after another, in the exact fashion that you would expect out of any life given stuffed animal. Constantly trudging in basic conjunction with no progress as each step dips into a void of darkness. There legs get tired also, stuffed animals that is.

A foot ahead is a field of overly excited cattails that sway with the breeze, lying beneath golden lights that lightly bob in the air, reflecting the setting sun. His eyes used to glow a vibrant blue but the happy life that used to remain has turned to two dark sockets that solemnly rest in blackness. It’s a sad story, you see.

He strains to give time existence “have I been here for a thousand years, a hundred, forever?” but there’s no use for time in this world, or more of, no reality of it. If he could only obtain one of those orbs of warmth, he could be happy, the orbs that hold dreams within themselves. “Is it that I’m weak? Am I not trying hard enough?”. The thoughts that create insanity, thoughts that are repeated infinitely.

The sunset it self is ironic, a natural occurrence of beauty has now been labeled a vile torment. It never sets never changes, yet only tortures the sad being. A pallet of magnificent colors that mock the idea of being happy.

It’s a sad story but if he can find the courage, the strength to continue on, his curse will one day be broken. The happiness of a dream isn’t found while wallowing in your own dismay or in depression. It is found when you choose to deny defeat, deny the cruel existence of logic and fight for your dream. The sun will finally set and those lights will then shine brightest.