You know that part in beauty and the beast (the one fucking part where they dont sing, as i hate musicals.) where the hunter was all like AH HA! imma kill you beastfucker!!! and then the beast was like oh fucking well jagoff, im already dead anyways... belle left. And so he stares at his dead rose and cries a bit, but then he sees belle and gets all brave and loud, straight mad niggerish right? then he was about to eat that littleass bitch of a french hunter, but then he realizes he wasnt a monster?
Well im just like that sometimes.
You know when this small little detail in life seems soo fucking huge that it envelops all your thoughts and you think about that feverish lil baby detail till the back of your head hurts and you scream for relief, so you do every drug/alcohol you can get your hands on to forget that this detail is STILL fucking killing you and you can do nothing about it? Even if you make peace with your past present and untimely future?
Well im just like that sometimes.
you know when you give up and wait for everything to finally crash down on you and kill you?
Well, sometimes im like that.
You know when your really rolling a katamari super big and cousin coloumbo is glowing all super rad like the rising sun and grabbing all this rad wicked shit like Onis, ghosts from the well, samurai swords, katanas, ninjaz, voltron and all its appendages, kakashi, 9 tailed fox demons, sharingan eyes, yakuza death squads, dragonballs, white ninjas, orange garbed shaolin masters, thoes kung fu masters in 70s leisure suits, drunken businessmen, asian elvises, japanese unicorns, lord zabuza, pink oni, and then when your done your katamari feels... rad-ish...not that we know what that means.
well sometimes i try to be like cousin columbo glowing.
you can be like ichigo.
