there is only one part of my childhood that i wish i could block from my memory
April 25th- Recap in yo’ ass
Song of today: Sa’eed by Infected Mushroom
“I feel ashamed, again and again, nothing to give, no one to blame, during the day, I guess I’m okay.”
It’s a month before Megans birthday. I should get dat bitch a build a bear. Bitches love a build a bear. Do you ever experience apathy through repetition? The amazing atheist had a theory on this once. I believe the example he gave was “if a kids dad punches that kid in the face every day when he gets home, no doubt he’s gonna be fucked up. But do you wonder if at one point he’ll just, start to enjoy it? Like fuck it, hit me, I like it when you hit me.” Is it possible for people to just sort of scribble out negatives in their lives, simply because of how recurring they are? Does a crippled person ever stop dreaming of walking, just because he gets tired of it? Do battered housewives eventually just lump in their husbands fist alongside their sceduale of drinking Pinot noir and watching daytime television? Is that where we’re headed as a society? One that just accepts the tent of shit we reside in simply because we’re used to it?
“Yeah you know we could solve world hunger and child rape and stuff, but that’s stuffs like, idk man its just always been there..yo check out this video of this 5 legged soccer player farting the Turkish national anthem while doing the harlem shake its hilarious….”
Ah well. People are people. They’re also homosaepians, but they’re not vegetables. Well some of them are. Some of them are also fruit(y). I happen to be a legume. Tumblr tried to auto correct homo saepians into ethiopians. Das wacist.