(I talk about echos a lot in my writing.)
I'm at the library and I'm surrounding by people who are half working, there is a girl with a fish tattoo I really want to fuck, but she is Indian, or maybe Mexican (I sound racist) and those are statistically the hardest race for yellow boys to have vagina relationships with.
When I was in middle school I used to get teased for (everything) wearing glasses, now its trendy, people even buy fake ones (I hope your eyes melt you faggots, jk.)
Thats bullshit.
Have you ever seen a bull shit?
Flamingos poop skittles.
Midgets cry skittles. I wonder at midget funerals are there a lot of midgets? Is the casket little?
If a regular elevator can fit 8 normal people, can it then hold 33 midgets.
This is a joke, a joke I ain't gonna finish.
Oh, Oh I know.
Outside the dump I live in, there are spider webs. I'm on the 21 floor and up until now I never thought insects (arachnids) climbed this high. Today I saw on of the spiders outside my window he was in the middle of his web. The web was shaking the shit out of his web but there he was with this bravery that is unattainable to humans. He was right in the middle, unafraid. The only thing between him and a grisly spider death was the web he spun, thin almost translucent threads that he placed faith in. Faith to catch food, and faith to hold steady against the winds of a town that chew through brick and bone.
Although humans are the smartest, we are the pussies of the animal kingdom. We have to have faith in who we are and what we create. We have to face the winds.
ehhhh, that wasnt bad.
