Sunday, July 12, 2009

How we grow old.

I'm not sure i can insist upon the fact that anything i have ever done had a good intention. That's stupid.
I know i can reassure anyone, who questions the actions of why i do what i do, with the actions of what i do.
My thoughts are not my own. But neither are yours, until, of course, you look at mine.
My sisters gave me my first sword; no, this isn't one of those Freudian slips, don't be an asshole.

I've seen many Unicorns, and i have hunted them. I would not just sit there and look at it. Only those who cannot handle themselves or have a lack of swords cannot consider to hunt one. It would be those poor bastards, who can only look, most likely masturbating all the while.
As i have stated, my sisters gave me my first sword. I could not end existence for any such creature, of course, but it tipped my existence.
I can stand the thought of getting my hands dirty, but only when my pleasure's wont be found trickling down my arms and into my eyes.
Being my age, i am not tall enough to evade gravity, so as you would imagine, my eyes became pools where that fluorescent liquid would collect, and needless to say, i did fondle every particle i found in those pools. No one told me of the repercussions. Reasons being somewhat obvious, i guess. Who would really want to have that many awkward (or at least i hear it is) conversations with a child. Perhaps i should have been given a book on what is taboo, rather than a cow jumping over a fucking moon. All one would have to do, is provide appropriate implications for a child to understand. But then again, that would take, just too much time.
My first Unicorn came in kindergarden. I saw it sparkling in the dark, the rest of the kids were to fucking clueless to notice one, at least in my world. I've met a few kids who have seen the Unicorns when i have, i got rid of them, but, in a passive aggressive manner so that my actions would not be noticed by to many. Its the ones who notice what i am doing that i can truly have as my friends. "Recess" just started, no better way to make sure a unicorn wasn't killed than to throw the entire class into a domain where we could do anything we wanted to, except, of course, everything we really wanted to do.
I didn't hesitate, the moment i had no eyes on me, my feet carefully and softly made there way to the realm where the Unicorn was. My intention, all the while was to just give it to my mother, I found no harm in this. But, in the end, i was given up by the bitch security tower(which by the way, always consists of a large female figure who seems to have little to no idea on how to really watch over young children, unless you call yelling and throwing junk food at kids a valid way of maintaining order), who's responsibility it was to make sure i didn't do anything out of the ordinary from the moment i left school until my parents came and picked me up. A lesson learned. Next time, instead of sharing my secret, ill take some marbles and put them where i know they will be blindly stepped on and hope from anywhere between, sort of bad to holly shit.

1 comment:

Nicholas said...


what was the spark that started this conflagration of words? Maybe that is two strong of a word, what rubbed together to cause this spark? that is better...