some talk to cock about. pits and bieces, there and here. its been quite abit since i was last here.
when was the last time i smiled? what can possibly ignite unforced happiness, sheer delight? some say love, some say a bright future, some say friends, some even say chocolate, or lemon tea for the fact. perhaps, in the gamet of emotions, being happy is the most sought after, unless you're some sorta deranged sadist, or pensive mesochist for that matter. i remember being happy some time back, when all was at bliss, everything picture perfect, smooth flowing, attached with someone to love and care for, maintaining priceless friendships, flunking tests and the list goes on. it felt good. they say happiness is derived from a simple stimulation in the physical brain, some sorta neuron, or hormone. i say, invent something to enforce this stimulation! it'd probably get you some nobel, or at least the idea would be worthy of applause. think how many lives you can and could change, no more sad people, ridding the world of melancholy, tears and disillusion. you could be the next global superhero, a role model for many. on second thoughts, just eat chocolate. after all, happiness is simple. look for it in the fridge.
when was the last time i dreamt? i must confess. i used to dream that i was a soldier on the battlefield, guns blazing, trigger happy. i would carry two condescending arms, wading into enemy forces with heroic demeanor. and then i seep back into reality and realise, to my ____ (horror/anguish/excitement/sinister inclinations), that it may actually be a dream come true. ok, so i may be worth as much as the next bullet that hits me, but still, the dream was so vivid, and how often do u actually get to play patriot without splitting a hair. fantastic, aint it? a little bit of fantasy-injected daydreaming, throw in a dash of violence, sprinkle some fanatic heroism, perhaps a few patriotic zealots, and you have your very own sweet dream, with you as the fortunate protagonist to top it off. 1 man to rule them all, 1 gun to kill them all. and the icing on the cake? you never seem to die in this dream. but then again, rambo you may be better off playing cs.
when was the last time i defected? well as darth vader would say, come over to the dark side. how often have i been a perpetrator of wrongdoings? i've always been a little sucker for being a good citizen. well i dont litter any o how, i dont destroy public property, and i dont dismember women and place their respective parts into zip lock bags, army style. yech. but if even jedis can have a change of heart, i guess we humans of lesser personality and stature should be more susceptible to the eh hem.. darker side. and we dont have THE FORCE. but not to worry, help is at hand. all you have to do is be good, eat your vegetables, be in bed early and do your homework. if not, be prepared to don a hideous black suit of armour, with buttons on your chest and a cool black cape on your back. oh yes, you also get to talk in an aesthmatic voice, heaving in lispy fashion. so be good, and maybe, just maybe santa will visit you this year.
a disillusioned voice. it spoke vividly.
when was the last time i smiled? what can possibly ignite unforced happiness, sheer delight? some say love, some say a bright future, some say friends, some even say chocolate, or lemon tea for the fact. perhaps, in the gamet of emotions, being happy is the most sought after, unless you're some sorta deranged sadist, or pensive mesochist for that matter. i remember being happy some time back, when all was at bliss, everything picture perfect, smooth flowing, attached with someone to love and care for, maintaining priceless friendships, flunking tests and the list goes on. it felt good. they say happiness is derived from a simple stimulation in the physical brain, some sorta neuron, or hormone. i say, invent something to enforce this stimulation! it'd probably get you some nobel, or at least the idea would be worthy of applause. think how many lives you can and could change, no more sad people, ridding the world of melancholy, tears and disillusion. you could be the next global superhero, a role model for many. on second thoughts, just eat chocolate. after all, happiness is simple. look for it in the fridge.
when was the last time i dreamt? i must confess. i used to dream that i was a soldier on the battlefield, guns blazing, trigger happy. i would carry two condescending arms, wading into enemy forces with heroic demeanor. and then i seep back into reality and realise, to my ____ (horror/anguish/excitement/sinister inclinations), that it may actually be a dream come true. ok, so i may be worth as much as the next bullet that hits me, but still, the dream was so vivid, and how often do u actually get to play patriot without splitting a hair. fantastic, aint it? a little bit of fantasy-injected daydreaming, throw in a dash of violence, sprinkle some fanatic heroism, perhaps a few patriotic zealots, and you have your very own sweet dream, with you as the fortunate protagonist to top it off. 1 man to rule them all, 1 gun to kill them all. and the icing on the cake? you never seem to die in this dream. but then again, rambo you may be better off playing cs.
when was the last time i defected? well as darth vader would say, come over to the dark side. how often have i been a perpetrator of wrongdoings? i've always been a little sucker for being a good citizen. well i dont litter any o how, i dont destroy public property, and i dont dismember women and place their respective parts into zip lock bags, army style. yech. but if even jedis can have a change of heart, i guess we humans of lesser personality and stature should be more susceptible to the eh hem.. darker side. and we dont have THE FORCE. but not to worry, help is at hand. all you have to do is be good, eat your vegetables, be in bed early and do your homework. if not, be prepared to don a hideous black suit of armour, with buttons on your chest and a cool black cape on your back. oh yes, you also get to talk in an aesthmatic voice, heaving in lispy fashion. so be good, and maybe, just maybe santa will visit you this year.
a disillusioned voice. it spoke vividly.
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