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@tine, i’ll bite.
A few years ago, I fell on some really bad times. It was the low point in my life, really. I was involved in a pretty bad accident, that deformed most of my face, made me walk with a limp, and gave me burns over most visable parts of my body. I lost my job, and couldnt find work. People told me it was due to the bad economy, but I knew it was because I was hideous.
I almost hit rock bottom when a good friend of mine from highschool said he had a job for me. It was a fitting job, because I didnt have to work with anyone and didnt interact with people all that often at all. It was a night time security position at a factory my friend worked at. The first couple of weeks were great, I had a lot of down time, and got to keep to myself mostly. All I had to do was get rid of pesky tresspasers, which was easy because they all ran away after seeing my deformed figure. When they saw me, they acted like I was a monster, or something.
I finally got to a good place in my life, when a bunch of pesky kids started to ruin my life. They would keep coming around, trying to do god knows what. But I had a job, and I was determined to do it well. So everytime they came around, I would try my hardest to get rid of them. We had quite a few run ins, which resulted in great chases around the complex, in and out of rooms and all around.
They were a bizarre group of kids. Looked like a bunch of hippies really, and a couple of them just always looked stoned and scared. I swear I felt like they drugged me a couple of times, because they had a dog with them who I swear could talk. A week into our constant run ins, they finally got the best of me and caught me in a fish net that fell from above(im still embbarased about that one). To add insult to injury, they tried rip my face off thinking it was a mask.
Turns out my friend who got me the job was lying to me the whole time, and using me as a ploy in his plot to rob the factory. I was arrested and charge with aiding and abbetting and given 5 years in prison. Am I sad about the whole thing? Not really, mostly just mad. I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasnt for those pesky kids. And their stupid dog, too.
if -what- were a -can of tuna-, and -universal- was a -baseball bat-, the -baseball bat- will break the -can of tuna-, this means that an orange brutal rape scene might actually be required to disallow the -baseball bat- from breaking the -can of tuna-, giving -what- value instead of being smashed to smithereens.
This song is a rough version of a song I wrote awhile ago. I was playing around with the idea of being in an internal hell, and traveling through the parts of self that were once overlooked… Check it out..
This one, I wrote with the idea of the Apple of Eden in my mind. If you want me to elaborate on it, let me know. :)
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@tine, mine was more confusing :P
still i do not want to simulate a fucking stereotype, i do not know what the fuck if anything fucking happened but i`m in love with it, it`s so full , so wholy, it`s nice. And i`m bullshitting because i cannot recreate reality, i am just pointing at something, trying to tell you that there is BEAUTY!!!