remembering summer like you
Thursday, May 3, 2007
When you think the world hates you and it has nothing more to show you (therefore, you are EMO, pshh), here's what you do:
1. Get a something that has a long, flat handle (eg. spoon, fork, knives for sad, pathetic fucks only, whatever makes you happy/not happy).
2. Face a mirror. Make sure you maintain a steady stance, directly facing the mirror, and will guarantee little to non-movement of the whole body.
3. Raise the aforementioned item. DON'T STAB YOURSELF TO DEATH, WHILE CRYING WITH YOUR BLACK EYELINER-ed EYES (god, that spoon will HURT like hell, AND will not kill you quite as fast as you'd hope). Don't break eye contact with your mirror image.
4. Open mouth. DON'T SCREAM, "I HATE YOU WORLD LOLOLOLOL".
5. Slowly insert the item of choice, not touching any part of your mouth, gums or teeth. Keep on going in, until you feel like you've hit a spot where it makes you gag. DON'T TAKE IT OUT, STUPID, THAT'LL DEFEAT THE PURPOSE OF THIS ACTIVITY.
6. Poke the same spot all over again, 'till you make grimy things that you've eaten for lunch blurt out from your mouth (much better if through the nostrils). Keep doing this, 'till your eyes tear up.
See, there's still something inside you (that came from the supposed meaningless and hated world), and it'll sting you (and leave you with a very, VERY nasty smell) and make you feel pain beyond cutting your skin with rusty blades. Plus, it makes you skinny! Perfect for.. well, I don't know, a very, VERY painful and slow death, maybe? Done and done.
*Has only been tested on sewage fishes and random Venus Fly Traps. Side effects may include stupidity, irrational yet poetic thinking, and invariable love for anything black and dark.
smiled at the sun again @ 9:20 PM,
