Blue Red Green White Turquoise Red

RED
RED!
REEEEEEEEEEEEED!!
BUZZ!!

8:30. Fuck I’m late for school again, just as well my first class sucks anyway, Maybe it will be cancelled. Turn on the TV to check the weather. Just fucking perfect it’s raining all day so my skateboard will sit in the house while I drudgingly drag my body through the cycles of the life. Walking is so fucking slow I have to close my eyes and daydream to make myself think I’m even getting anywhere. Breakfast sucks almost as much as walking everything tastes like shit in the morning I might as well be eating feces. Imagine if I forgot to wipe my mouth and showed up to class with shit stains all over my lips maybe I’d get an A+ because who knows what type of sick shit teachers are into these days. Can’t you just picture your favourite high school English teacher, dick in hand, beating off to Japanese kiddy scat porn before he grades your essay? So I finally get to school I don’t smoke so I have no reason to stand in the rain, I climb up the stairs and get to the hall. I look and see the reflection of light pouring out of the classroom onto the linoleum floor. Fuck it isn’t cancelled after all. Another class of doing nothing and listening to those stupid morons talk about cars for an hour and a half.

Is it just me or do Ginos really not know what the fuck they are talking about EVER? It must be the shitty music they listen to it’s rotted their brains down to nothing. Once I left Wish You Were Here playing on the computer and I left and came back and the morons just shut off the computer. They had then proceeded to turn on their shitty music. Now I know everyone has an opinion but seriously, can you really say that dance music takes talent? Let’s break down a famous dance song I had to endure while playing mini golf.

Main beat
Accompanying beats
Lyric “just about enough…”
“Just about enough”
“Just about enough”
“Just about enough”
“Just about enough”
“Just about enough”
“Just about enough”

Can you guess the next three lines? Well I can- mainly because this song goes on for five FUCKING minutes. What’s even worse is that 500 of these fucking Mormons get together and rub each other’s privates together while listening to this music and some of them may even go home and reproduce! I think I have figured out a way to stop this horrible cycle to occur. We must introduce a sperm count reducing element into whatever kind of shit they stick in their greasy ass hair. However I have only come up with this based on the assumption that some of these morons use it on their pubic hair to get that all around gino look.

Before I know it class is over and I go outside to see friend’s kill themselves with nicotine. Smoking is so pointless it only has a point once you’re too addictive to quit. Believe me my group of friend’s are waaaay beyond that stage. Inhaling death rotting their lungs shivering in the rain to kill themselves more as the tar builds up in their throats, coughing, spitting, bile rising up, people asking for cigarettes so they to can share in the grim practice of killing yourself, paying the government to help you die so why isn’t euthanasia legal already? English OAC is cool because I get to read and write. I like writing and I like reading so there’s nothing wrong with that class.

The rest of the day is a blur of smoking weed and eating food and then home where I sit and stare into the void I call the Internet in search for someone else just like me to share my life with. I type into nowhere and I get nowhere. The endless void of uncaring and fucking with each other. Fuck the drama. Do what you want to do, see who you want, be unconformity, be impulsive, act before you think, defy the trend, live to hate and hate to live or conform get your cookies eat them and shit them out and they’ll sell it to you five years later.

Fuck you Mr. Happiness

You don’t live near me anymore.