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Fight for the cause…
12, a snippet of the famed glory years of your life. Not for me though, I was the one in the corner always looking into the lives of others in the playground, never talking, not even a whisper. People would try to communicate, some with words and some with their fists. It was all the same to me, the muppet squad of the world carelessly continuing to saunter along with their lives struggling desperately to hide from the hate and despite of others. I knew I was smarter than them though, you can’t run from the most powerful of emotions and I didn’t try. I kept it bottled up inside of me, my own personal fuel to launch me through life at rocket speeds. Though one day this all changed, I walked into class and sat on one of the back desks in my usual reclusive pose waiting for some work to be handed to me. I looked around the bleak room, curious stares greeted me as usual. I knew what they were thinking, they were wondering what I was thinking. Pondering at the possibility of me one day walking into school with a 12 gauge pump action shotgun letting round after round off until nothing was left but the satisfaction of blood spatter painted on my face, I thought about it sometimes to.
Anyway back to reality an irregular sight brushed passed my eyes as I scanned the room, a new face entered, quite possibly the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, she was ginger (yeah OMG WTF? STFU) well a redhead really with hazel eyes and a crisp tan to boot. I kept my eyes on her, listening out for her voice and to my satisfaction it was like the sea waves clashing with a beautiful rock formation, I thought I was in love. She looked like one to kanoodle around the bike sheds as well. I kept staring straight at her and to my disgust she stared back and approached me with almost admirable unknowing of me. I was sickened, I could feel my hate for her burning in the pit of my stomach, my own personal hell coming alive and devouring my very being.
She said “Hi” and after a pause I replied.
I could feel it all pouring out of me, I didn’t know what to do my whole philosophy of life destroyed by some kanoodable heretic to my cause. I quickly took out the Desert Eagle I had sewn into my arm for emergency’s and let loose. After what seemed like an eternity the cause was revived.
12, a snippet of the famed glory years of your life. Not for me though, I was the one in the corner always looking into the lives of others in the playground, never talking, not even a whisper. People would try to communicate, some with words and some with their fists. It was all the same to me, the muppet squad of the world carelessly continuing to saunter along with their lives struggling desperately to hide from the hate and despite of others. I knew I was smarter than them though, you can’t run from the most powerful of emotions and I didn’t try. I kept it bottled up inside of me, my own personal fuel to launch me through life at rocket speeds. Though one day this all changed, I walked into class and sat on one of the back desks in my usual reclusive pose waiting for some work to be handed to me. I looked around the bleak room, curious stares greeted me as usual. I knew what they were thinking, they were wondering what I was thinking. Pondering at the possibility of me one day walking into school with a 12 gauge pump action shotgun letting round after round off until nothing was left but the satisfaction of blood spatter painted on my face, I thought about it sometimes to.
Anyway back to reality an irregular sight brushed passed my eyes as I scanned the room, a new face entered, quite possibly the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, she was ginger (yeah OMG WTF? STFU) well a redhead really with hazel eyes and a crisp tan to boot. I kept my eyes on her, listening out for her voice and to my satisfaction it was like the sea waves clashing with a beautiful rock formation, I thought I was in love. She looked like one to kanoodle around the bike sheds as well. I kept staring straight at her and to my disgust she stared back and approached me with almost admirable unknowing of me. I was sickened, I could feel my hate for her burning in the pit of my stomach, my own personal hell coming alive and devouring my very being.
She said “Hi” and after a pause I replied.
I could feel it all pouring out of me, I didn’t know what to do my whole philosophy of life destroyed by some kanoodable heretic to my cause. I quickly took out the Desert Eagle I had sewn into my arm for emergency’s and let loose. After what seemed like an eternity the cause was revived.
What?
He replied, upon reading again I didn't really emphasize the fact that he bottled up the hate and despite of others by never saying a word. Then he replied to some girl he thought he loved and boom. Well more boom boom BO BO BO BOOM.
Very good!
You confuse me, sur.
A fancy-able ginger says hi, then he fills her with lead...um.
No-one?
Fight for the cause…
12, a snippet of the famed glory years of your life. Not for me though, I was the one in the corner always looking into the lives of others in the playground, never talking, not even a whisper. People would try to communicate, some with words and some with their fists. It was all the same to me, the muppet squad of the world carelessly continuing to saunter along with their lives struggling desperately to hide from the hate and despite of others. I knew I was smarter than them though, you can’t run from the most powerful of emotions and I didn’t try. I kept it bottled up inside of me, my own personal fuel to launch me through life at rocket speeds. Though one day this all changed, I walked into class and sat on one of the back desks in my usual reclusive pose waiting for some work to be handed to me. I looked around the bleak room, curious stares greeted me as usual. I knew what they were thinking, they were wondering what I was thinking. Pondering at the possibility of me one day walking into school with a 12 gauge pump action shotgun letting round after round off until nothing was left but the satisfaction of blood spatter painted on my face, I thought about it sometimes to.
Anyway back to reality an irregular sight brushed passed my eyes as I scanned the room, a new face entered, quite possibly the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, she was ginger (yeah OMG WTF? STFU) well a redhead really with hazel eyes and a crisp tan to boot. I kept my eyes on her, listening out for her voice and to my satisfaction it was like the sea waves clashing with a beautiful rock formation, I thought I was in love. She looked like one to kanoodle around the bike sheds as well. I kept staring straight at her and to my disgust she stared back and approached me with almost admirable unknowing of me. I was sickened, I could feel my hate for her burning in the pit of my stomach, my own personal hell coming alive and devouring my very being.
She said “Hi” and after a pause I replied.
I could feel it all pouring out of me, I didn’t know what to do my whole philosophy of life destroyed by some kanoodable heretic to my cause. I quickly took out the Desert Eagle I had sewn into my arm for emergency’s and let loose. After what seemed like an eternity the cause was revived.
12, a snippet of the famed glory years of your life. Not for me though, I was the one in the corner always looking into the lives of others in the playground, never talking, not even a whisper. People would try to communicate, some with words and some with their fists. It was all the same to me, the muppet squad of the world carelessly continuing to saunter along with their lives struggling desperately to hide from the hate and despite of others. I knew I was smarter than them though, you can’t run from the most powerful of emotions and I didn’t try. I kept it bottled up inside of me, my own personal fuel to launch me through life at rocket speeds. Though one day this all changed, I walked into class and sat on one of the back desks in my usual reclusive pose waiting for some work to be handed to me. I looked around the bleak room, curious stares greeted me as usual. I knew what they were thinking, they were wondering what I was thinking. Pondering at the possibility of me one day walking into school with a 12 gauge pump action shotgun letting round after round off until nothing was left but the satisfaction of blood spatter painted on my face, I thought about it sometimes to.
Anyway back to reality an irregular sight brushed passed my eyes as I scanned the room, a new face entered, quite possibly the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, she was ginger (yeah OMG WTF? STFU) well a redhead really with hazel eyes and a crisp tan to boot. I kept my eyes on her, listening out for her voice and to my satisfaction it was like the sea waves clashing with a beautiful rock formation, I thought I was in love. She looked like one to kanoodle around the bike sheds as well. I kept staring straight at her and to my disgust she stared back and approached me with almost admirable unknowing of me. I was sickened, I could feel my hate for her burning in the pit of my stomach, my own personal hell coming alive and devouring my very being.
She said “Hi” and after a pause I replied.
I could feel it all pouring out of me, I didn’t know what to do my whole philosophy of life destroyed by some kanoodable heretic to my cause. I quickly took out the Desert Eagle I had sewn into my arm for emergency’s and let loose. After what seemed like an eternity the cause was revived.