Learning, learning, learning awaaaaaaay
1. Hum
2. Fan
3. Hot
4. Sun
5. Zippo
6. Cobra
7. Bacon
8. Manwich
9. Pelmeni
10. Piroshki
11. Olevye
12. Shuba
13. Napoleon
Fullmeral Alchemist Brotherhood. So damn good! While leaving some loose ends (like a good story should!) it concluded the journey of the infamous Elrich brothers quite well!
I myself have been wondering why consistent posting has been an issue. And the answer to this is quite simple. Its EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE! THE FIRST LAW OF ALCHEMY! Yes, that totally means that I've been too busy watching FMA every moment of free time, that I haven't had any time to write out the shadows.
The rocks! They are Salmon!
While its a great thing that I can avoid being emotional about anything for long stretches of time, it also seems like a curse. While it means that I don't have to worry about having a mental breakdown, I start worrying about people not relating too well to me. I can relate to them all, but anyone and everyone I've spoken to, it seems they can't quite get me. Something is a little off in my head. Or maybe its just wishful thinking. Deep down we all want to be different and yet we all differ only by a fraction of a percent .
Works of fire on the 4th of July
I've been very concerned with my feelings. It seems that the only one that does sustain itself for a yet unmeasured amount of time is attraction to other people. Specifically an intimate attraction. This annoys me to no end, because its the only thing that I have no control over and its the only thing that is controlling me. While its a good thing, and it only means that I can relate to others more, I seem to be attracted to the ones that only tease me with their "greatness" (which might as well be nothing special wearing a mask. Or its this uncontrollable emotion that is filtering my view of the world and the people I care about to make the most ordinary things seem great, and therefore manipulating me. Love is like a damn gen jutsu, its like the Matrix, a dream within a dream) and give me nothing in return no matter what I do WHERE IS THE EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE IN THAT? DO THEY HAVE A PHILOSOPHERS STONE TO BYPASS THE LAWS IF ALCHEMY???
Just a sunset stroll with a girl friend
Milaya mama neshnaya
Mi tak lyubili tebya
No vse nashi sili
Potracheni bili zrya.
My last BC cherry coke ever. A truly sad moment in history.
A tale of loneliness
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Artaga Russo
Wow. What in the world is this. I feel like out of everyone I know, my life is the worst. As much as I try to empathize with everyone, the deepest of their problems is nothing compared to mine (with a single exception), so I ask, WHAT THE FUCK, LIFE? Stop screwing with me, and give me something positive for a change. Multiple divorces and family failures, fatal family sicknesses, utter poorness, impossibly difficult job that's not with the money, few friends, pretty much no close friends, and no girlfriend, aka absolutely no damn emotional support from ANYONE. Nobody gives a shit. My only support is ranting to this blog. And that's still no one. My whole entire life I've been shoveling through shit, and while I've noticed it before, it wasn't ever enough to make me stop and just look at the scope of it. Where did I go so wrong. Ive always been exceptionally smart, I've always been more mature then anyone around me, I've even been called wise by multiple people. And where did my win DNA get me? Nowhere. It has been hindered with childhood traumatic experiences. Experiences that send many to a psychiatric clinic for a very long time. Luckily I've overpowered the psychological BS with my mind and ended up with only one side effect - awkward public relation skills. Sadly, this was enough to cripple my life to a great extent. And the environment that I've been born into, and that has surrounded me up until now, wanted nothing more then to put up more and more obstacles. And now, I have arrived at the conclusion. Something that I always thought wasn't going to happen. I have had enough. And I wish to do something to turn it all around. But what can I do. My ability to communicate is still largely immature and my situation is far from decent. So, life. Stop being such a BITCH. That it all.
The light... It gives life... But all it takes is a cloud to block the light... And the light is no more...
Mom and me are on the super crowded bus. I get off and she keeps going after paying for me with a credit card. She is off to the airport. I walk down the familiar street in Ukraine from a familiar bus stop and think about how alone i feel now. Then a car drives up with Owen in shotgun. Crazy driving with jumps and barrel rolls in the air on an F-Zero like highway. The driver was a hologram. owen could skateboard. We drove up to a hill and he skateboarded down a steep one way dead end road to the lobby of the beach that so often appears in my dreams. Didn't actually see the beach in this dream. Only through the lobby door. It was as infinite as ever. Owen get through the first door into the lobby but the door from the lobby to the beach was locked, so he smashed into it. Couldn't stop. Right before he started rolling down Sergey came up behind me and I told him how Dukee didn't want to skate down cause he didn't want to hurt himself against the door *owen smashes* we laugh. Then Vicky Nation Justin and 1 or 2 others catch up. They were with Sergey. After standing around chatting, and me noticing that peoples dispositions were just like in real life, we all started walking to my aunts house. As we entered a tunnel, I tried asking why we were going but nation couldn't explain. We were going to pick something up. And my moms call that she is now in Amsterdam woke me up. The world of this dream had a very steam punk feel.
And wow this is some neato info! Cause the dream now faded from memory.
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