Road Rage

When someone is driving down the road at 75 miles per hour with a cell phone crammed against their ear, what they are REALLY doing is broadcasting with a loud clear voice to anyone that can see them:

"Your life is not worth my phone call."

Hang the fuck up and drive.

Actual conversation

*nameless person*: "Stop bein' so damn lazy about it. Twenty five and you practically fail at being an adult."

flake: "I'm going to go play video games now."

Disturbing

The depths of depravity of the internet continue to astound me. My warlocks name is Rùne.

/3 [Chat] [Rùne]: The thing I like least about PvP is that, when you raid the other factions towns, you can't murder their children.
/3 [Chat] [Aelaira]: killing npc kids, why would you wanna do that?
/3 [Chat] [Rùne]: Because being evil is fun. And it would make pillaging and plundering enemy towns a lot more fulfilling.
/3 [Chat] [Aelaira]: not raping their women ranks below murdering their kids?
/3 [Chat] [Rùne]: I would take what I can get. 'Sides, as a Female Undead, I'm ill-equipped to do any raping.
/3 [Chat] [Aelaira]: strap on
[Zali] whispers you: You're disgusting.

/4 [Private] [Rùne]: Kall I have problems.
/4 [Private] [Kall]: I know


What? I never said I didn't contribute to it.

Monster

The place. The man. One face, two face. He, an ordinary man like most ordinary people. He had his life, his home. The place he lived, the things he did. Everyone. His trials, his troubles, his lies, his truths, his secrets, his strengths.

The place behind the willow tree, where he felt he was secure. And in it’s base, the tiny prison he escaped should the need come. That prison, of earthen bars and dreams that sleep, in it, he found peace. Unhealthy maybe, that darkness, but the prison was his escape. A prison for the outside world. For in the man, lurked a beast. A monster that threatened his mind, his heart, his law, his chaos. No one knew this monster, not a soul save he. He feared it, he feared what it made him feel, he feared that absence, that lack of light.

Time after time, when the shadows sulked and the madness crept in, he escaped to his prison and the monster arrived. There he would escape and no harm came to the world. But in his mind, that damaged mind, he knew no one would be hurt. That prison was his sanctuary, it protected him. It protected him.

Strange years when the wind did blow, and the howl of the monster came, but to the man's surprise, beneath the willow tree, his prison was no longer there. Broken, shattered and tossed to the wind, by chance or by design Fate had spoken. He didn’t expect this. He didn’t plan for this. Without his prison, there was no place for the monster to go, no escape to seek, no dreams to dream. His eyes, they opened and they saw too much. They saw what he did not want them to see. So from under the willow tree he ran.

He ran, but he did not know what he would do. He did not know where he would go.

The only thing he knew was that he did not know.

Why I Am Alive - To Inspire

(actual conversation - skelly was my wow name)


Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: i have a class in 30 mins but i dont think im going
Infected says: y
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: lazy
Infected says: thats the spirit
Infected says: school is for fools!
Infected says: lookit skelly! he does nothing but sit on his ass all day!
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: :(
Infected says: wishing he had a life or skills with which to live life!
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: your words ring true, brother
Infected says: oui.
Infected says: now go to class dammit
Infected says: whilest I watch boobie anime and wish I had a job to go to.
Jonathan D. Tran, Esq. says: .......... wagh, fine.

Bullet for my Valentine

There goes my valentine again
Soaked in red for what she said
And now she's gone

Oh my god have I done it again
There's a pulse and it's deafening.
I can't help what I hear in my head
It's the switch and I flick (it says)

Hand of blood, I don't wanna feel,
my heart is breaking
Hand of blood, I don't wanna see,
my life is burniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take Or are you blind and seeing nothing?
(I saw you run) I saw you run away
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing

There's a stain on my hand and it's red
Oh my god am I losing it, I can't help what I've done or I said
It's the button I push (and it says)

Hand of blood, I don't wanna feel,
my heart is breaking
Hand of blood, I don't wanna see, my life is burning

I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take, Or are you blind and seeing nothing?
(I saw you run) I saw you run away,
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing

I saw you look away
Is what you've seen too much to take, Or are you blind and seeing nothing?
(I saw you run) I saw you run away,
Is what I've done too much to take or are you scared of being nothing


February 14th, a red letter day in history. And I fucking hate it.