Dreams of the future, regrets of the past.
Sadness of the moment, I know will not last.
You were mine, if only in my head.
You were the goddess, on my bed.
Black to white.
Day to night.
Everything good must come to an end.
Everything great, was over before it began.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
It was over, before it began.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Nostalgia Copy Pasta- Manly Tears Still Shed
Do you ever stop to think how much your life has changed?
Or how fast time seems to fly, even when the summers seem long?
Everything is changing.
Sometimes I feel like I'm that kid that never wanted to grow up and still doesn't.
I could give a shit about how are other people see me, or how many parties I throw. I could care less about chasing women and getting pussy.
I know those please some people, but its just not me.
I miss playing sonic on my sega, going to the BlockBuster that was near my house, playing Laser Tag on birthdays with my friends, before I realized people got shot at parties. I miss when I used to think girls had cooties, before I realized they carried herpes.
But most of all, I miss the times sitting in the back seat of my parents car, looking out at the window, and thinking of all the possibilities of life.
Or how fast time seems to fly, even when the summers seem long?
Everything is changing.
Sometimes I feel like I'm that kid that never wanted to grow up and still doesn't.
I could give a shit about how are other people see me, or how many parties I throw. I could care less about chasing women and getting pussy.
I know those please some people, but its just not me.
I miss playing sonic on my sega, going to the BlockBuster that was near my house, playing Laser Tag on birthdays with my friends, before I realized people got shot at parties. I miss when I used to think girls had cooties, before I realized they carried herpes.
But most of all, I miss the times sitting in the back seat of my parents car, looking out at the window, and thinking of all the possibilities of life.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
I dreamed that I was playing Ocarina of Time and somehow glitched the game. I was managing to fish on land and caught a Bengal Tiger. The game then froze. Wtf?
Friday, March 4, 2011
Taylor Swift, Jordin Sparks, and I sing Aerosmith- Surreal Dreams Vol 2
I am in a building with Taylor Swift, Jordin Sparks and 5 other guys. Inside the building looks like some sort of strange unfinished industrial building, there is a large elevator out of service (oddly there are no stairs though) and a couple working elevators. On a platform-like elevator about 20 feet above the ground is Taylor Swift.She is telling me about her most recent purchases, which included a black hat and scarf. She models them for me and I tell her how sexy she looks.
Suddenly Jordin comes down on a second elevator lift right by Taylor. They are still both 20 feet above me and we talk about something I cant remember. Its implied that I am either dating, or having a sexual relationship with both of them. They say they need to go back upstairs and the elevators rise.
As they rise I start to sing Ragdoll by Aerosmith for some reason. The girls, who are upstairs now, can be heard singing with me. We start to alternate as we sing parts of the song. I notice about 5 men on the same level as me. The two furthest from me have long permed hair and are dressed like they came directly from the 80s.
As Taylor, Jordin, and I approach the chorus, the 80s men start to dance in unison. One is wearing a bright green shirt and suspenders, the other is wearing an orange collared shirt. I start to dance wildly and my coat slips off gradually. The song is almost over and I notice that green shirt guy is now sans shirt as he dances progressively more aggressive. I remember that he had a Scott Hall-like hairy chest.
We finish the song and everyone cheers wildly. Thats when I wake up. Wtf?
Suddenly Jordin comes down on a second elevator lift right by Taylor. They are still both 20 feet above me and we talk about something I cant remember. Its implied that I am either dating, or having a sexual relationship with both of them. They say they need to go back upstairs and the elevators rise.
As they rise I start to sing Ragdoll by Aerosmith for some reason. The girls, who are upstairs now, can be heard singing with me. We start to alternate as we sing parts of the song. I notice about 5 men on the same level as me. The two furthest from me have long permed hair and are dressed like they came directly from the 80s.
As Taylor, Jordin, and I approach the chorus, the 80s men start to dance in unison. One is wearing a bright green shirt and suspenders, the other is wearing an orange collared shirt. I start to dance wildly and my coat slips off gradually. The song is almost over and I notice that green shirt guy is now sans shirt as he dances progressively more aggressive. I remember that he had a Scott Hall-like hairy chest.
We finish the song and everyone cheers wildly. Thats when I wake up. Wtf?
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| Im not racist if I dream about banging a black chick right? |
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| 80s Guy in a nutshell |
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| <3 Hearts are manly right? RIGHT?! |
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Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Case of the Disappearing Friendship
I never want to become "one of those people". You know the ones, the people that start dating someone then seem to disappear off the face of the earth. Its annoying to lose people to that shit, only to have them come back months later with their tail tucked between their legs because the relationship ended. As most relationships do. If you dont have a significant other that you can bring into the folds of your friendships, the relationship will likely not last. /rant
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