have you ever smoked so fast that you felt like your teeth were growing out of your ears?

i am due for a dentist appointment.. its an unspoken phobia.


the criteria of this event is for grown children only.

ever have the thought of shoving your shoes up someones nose?
ever experinced frustration to an extent you felt like jumping onto a boat and hoped you ended up in mexico?
yup, we've all been punished by somebody elses problems.
you dont tell them directly that your not interested in their motherly issues.
to you its common sense not to push the boundaries of another human being. but for them its perfectly natural to force feed their emotional crisis upon you.
do you think thats where the word emo came from? emotion?
Them: my lifes a mess
you: ahuh
them: i am so alone, and desperate for human contact
you: dang
them: do you want to have sex?
you: maybe

some people have a knack for compulsive negativity. their natural enviroment revolves around pain and attention. i am not talking emo here folks. though it has been mentioned. i am talking personal drama that not everybody needs to know about. sort of like me explaining my grieve to you through words and erectiled rambling..
i have a boner for self expressionism.
its my way of releasing pressure that has been build up for weeks and weeks of non expressing.
its sort of like a self indulged orgy with me and words, but without the mess.
everyday situations can be marked as a classic novel for future generations.
people come to other people to explain the things they feel they need to explain, without question.
you could be eating your lunch, watching butterflys play in the rain, when suddenly the prosecutor comes running down the stairs, just to tell you how miserable they are at maths. or their mother has left them for maths.
maybe you dont feel like talking about it. you paint the obvious picture, 'i am not interested, leave me alone.' but they just feel the need to tell you more and more and more. until the butterfly has drowned itself in its own vomit and you are contempleting your next move. the shotgun or the rifle.
its a vicious situation to be in. considering death as an option.

ok maybe ive come on a lil strong. i love hearing peoples storys and problems, or even solutions. but they are a few people around that will tell you every teeny weeny thing for a lil attention.
you: how are you?
them: my mother left me
you: you enjoy drawing bugs?
them: i have a house, do you want to play?

the people that are basically asking for misery. everyone has their problems. but not everyone shares it as an everyday routine.
sigh. maybe they should resort to hard drugs and prostitution.
regain a lil self esteem by lifting heavy objects with their jaw.
make tea for the homeless. and prehabs even wash cars for the rich.
maybe i am a hypocrite.
maybe i should be the prositute washing bums jaws with rich mans cars..
it ties my knickers in knots.
all the confusion.
as if we're not confused enough.
life in general is a confusing cycle as it is.
it can take you years to figure out that life isnt as hard as you make it to be. and it can only take seconds for you to die.
everyday human beings are taking their lives because the world has been unkind to them.
kids at the age of 6 are being taught to be a robotic homophobes.
children eating chocolate instead of brussel sprouts.
school the mechanical device for a whealthy occupation. the facility to success and utter satiesfaction. the key to despair and confusion.

dont go to school kids.