Fifteen Dollar Dragon

Have you ever felt such a profound need to just write. To express yourself that only your fingertips or pencil could display in such an artistic fashion that you could only be praised for such magnificance* [i'm kind of high and is seems that being high has made me forget how to spell this word]. So what do we do now? We've established that someone needs to know about your story, only yours different from others because the players change but the situations seem remaining scarred in their flesh like a tag marking marking an unknown body[solid.]. Who reads? The story I mean, whos might possibly be interested in your story then want to know how you were before you entered their life and how you'll possibly survive after you're gone. It's not something your lie around and leave on your coffee table for people to glance through strangely as you fix yourself a drink you're shaking so much.

Adding to the last paragrah and yet bringing it a little farther. How do we know if anyone we know or associate of our being has felt the impact of someones life. If you truly wanted to know every single detail of their life beforehand that you love to sit and listen to stories like you had no time at all. It gets to the point in your life where you find very few people interesting, and yet when you have that one person who comes into your life suddenly and you just seem to want to know their profile, how they live, their hardships, and still their victories. You hear of stories that you might know about in your own sense of life. Some stories for the better and others for the worst. Yet, you still listen to those hardships and those tough times. If brings you closer to them, in a way that maybe they couldn't understand.

It's all science really, fuck science. I thought I would add that in there, I apologize for this in fact but what does it matter, watch some nerd in beijing read this and freak out and spa on me for discriminating against science. People don't read these things anyway. I say that now, but come find someone did read it, mentioning something about me being a stupid retard for... nevermind it doesn't matter, people are free and can read and do so as they please.

But anyway, but to my science point. Guys, yeah I know let's bring an obviously touchy subject into the mix. Clash of the sexes. Girls heartache over Dudes, likewise for the boys. We get it, I'm about the same way everyone is or has been sometime in your life. So fuck calling it emo or whatever fucking name it's used for these days.[I didn't just say that did I? am I old enough to say 'these days'?] I'm not emo, I have issues because I've been fucked over alot, not because I want to sit in a corner and slit my wrists. You find yourself a guy that you look at him, not very attractive but he has these eyes that you could just stare into for hours having the deepest conversation with and not once look away uncomfortably. That's ehat everyone is looking for in their lives, so I think it should happen.

Jesus, I'm all over the place tonight can't keep it in one subject form. Whatever though this is my blog though, I do have my fucking name plastered all over the place on this bitch. Okay well I think I'll go downstairs and have another cigarette before I go to bed, that is if I fall asleep. Maybe I should make some coffee too, I'll probably be up half the night anyway.