It's a damn costume holiday.
And the funny thing that between all of the people who entered the pierced guy looked like a sane person.
If I would be my five years ago self, I'd think that the girly girls are looking good or sane.
They are probably admiring the boys who smoke, the girls who got a belly button piercing, and the whole stab-drink-set-on-fire crew.
I really liked his ear lobes, probably because they were white.
He got also a straight brown hair.
I have straight hair problem.
It's too flat.
You are fucking satanic.
I don't give a fuck about your Instagram bullshit that they are so fucking cute.
Nothing cute about your satanic behavior.
I though it will be good because I saw two guys (fourteen or so) walk towards the place I was walking to, one had a black veil bride shirt on.
I can't stand faced shirts, probably because my eyes are here (points to eyes), not here (points to eyes of a character), this is usually happens when people stare at tits, but still.
I bought Linkin park and green day shirts from a store that was completely for shirts, bands, and accessories, partly merchandise accessory.
But I walked toward a store, that was described to be it.
It wasn't fucking real.
Bunch of dark lights, black walls, shorts and foldable fabric posters cannot be ever called a cd store.
Especially when you can't see the CDs.
People.
Please bother to hear the music.
No wonder why I saw the word poser thousand fucking times!
Everybody there looked so plain!
A piercing won't make you look buff.
And eyeliner won't make you look girly.
Stop being such a fucking dick and man up.
What are you?
That seventeen dude that was slightly ashamed that he heard metal?!
THE FUCKING GEEK KIDS WERE MANILER THAN YOU, THEY TALKED FUCKING OPENLY ABOUT HENTAI, AND THEY HEARD HEAVY METAL FOR BREAKFAST.
VAGINAS LIKE YOU SHOULDNT BE ASHAMED.
BE BOLD (or bald, but that's a preference!)
If you like your music, invite others, don't shove it down their throats, but don't let every not pale white shirt wearer girl to be confused looking after fucking CDs.
I was ashamed for them.
GROW UP YOU STUPID PEOPLE.
The guys I saw two years ago were more proud than you.
They were friend zoned by a pink haired pierced girl (I liked her beauty even then, my mother said it was ugly), one boy dyed to black, other bleached, they weren't such a pussies like you.
I fucking hate you.
People like you make me sick.
And to order online.
I'm going to the actual cd store.
Maybe mlt dedicated to a genre but it might got it.
They had my chemical romance last time.
And I love them for it.
I noticed that lately figuring music out takes longer time than usual, and it's more frequent, I'm getting better, but soon afterwards my ears won't agree to deal with it.
....
Ttoday is tomorrow.
Yesterday I made a mistake.
What kind of one?
Not being a very good hider.
Not beig paranoid enough.
As soon as I'll put inside my head the idea that everybody wants to hurt me, the better, it's just safer way to be.
But it happenned because I went to buy cd's.
And after I went home and imported them, I saw heir genre.
Mostly metal, and one CD of punk.
I truly believe that it's just a lie of iTunes.
But it's mostly hoping, because it scared me.
When I was ten I planned my life very well.
Have two or three children, at least one girl and one boy, perferably mentally ill (or considered to be possesed or mentally ill by the seventies and the medival statements, bonus point if it's combined with religous beliefs), marry a somewhat averge to wealthy enough so both of us combined can afford an apartmet and occasionally leave for a vacation, sometimes with and sometimes without the children.
We'll have two cars, unless his job doesn't call for one, I'll work, creative manager or marketing, because I'm good at knowing what people want (the fact that I don't prefer to actually please them is a whole another topic), probably in a high-technology job.
I planned it good.
Now?
I want to work as an attendent, which is probably the best job in the world.
I'll work as a journalist or a blogger for a website that likes it, occasionally taking pictures and drawing, writing, uploading it to deviantart, and maintaining a good account there (my account that I recently opened), I'll keep being organized in springpad, unless there will be a better program, although I'd rather use springpad when people will leave, it will be more quiet.
I'd love to be an attendent, taking flights, watching people, and from time to time you can actually stay at the place you're traveling to, usually not in "quickes" (have you ever heard that sentence that says, if you want to be rich, act like one? so it's the same thing), to Europe, in this case, I'd give less than zero fucks about living in Israel.
I'd love to just watch people, I enjoy making up their stories.
I think I started doing so because of that story with Emil, hate it, but I had no choice.
....
I'm trying to find some good creepypastas.
All I want is a scientific-exprimental kind of story, written in some sort of a journal-diary-logs, I just love them.
....
I'm checking speedpaints and make up tutorials.
It started from the fastest Youtube link that was of speedpaint (the other one is a playlist link, which I have no power or will to use now), and then I wanted to see of BEN Drowned (the first one that I've read!), now I'm on a video, and here's a link for a cute Shannon (not sure if female or male, I pick female), http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSdtNf4OoTM.
Nice.
A Chelsea Smile one (never heard of it, but why not?) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugl9AmySpj0.
.....
I don't think I'll ever forgive those satanic bastards.
People should understand that it's not only band tee's that matter for everybody.
I would've stay there if it was the first thing I came to check up, but I went to a better one.
A guy, probably indian or a philipean, I'm not sure, but I loved his English, you could actually melt in his voice, and he talked about a quite amusing thing (a man can impregante 700,000 females was a sentence he said), it wasn't a cd store, it was a shirt, and bit of accesory (kind of punk if you'd ask me), so it made sense!
But please, for the satanic people, find a way to make your store, I don't know, a little less messy, a bit lighter (black and black and black, you couldn't even tell how the salesman looked like!), and at least repesent proudly and openly your music.
Stupid people.
I like the people who at least open, and slightly wilder, wild enough to not be too afraid to show their stupid faces.
The threesome (I'll call them this way from now on) was better than you!
I'm mixing up Jeff and Jack all the time.
It just makes sense that Jack will be the murderer.
There was a Jack that was an English teacher in our school, he got fired.
He just fucking snapped in class, and cursed kids.
His sanity snapped.
And this is why he's a Jeff.
Jack, well I know a person that named Jeff to replace, but Jeff is nice!
He was the most awesome bar tender I've ever met.
Probably because I was three-four, and Ii enjoyed grapefruit juice.
-
....
Ttoday is tomorrow.
Yesterday I made a mistake.
What kind of one?
Not beig paranoid enough.
As soon as I'll put inside my head the idea that everybody wants to hurt me, the better, it's just safer way to be.
But it happenned because I went to buy cd's.
And after I went home and imported them, I saw heir genre.
Mostly metal, and one CD of punk.
I truly believe that it's just a lie of iTunes.
But it's mostly hoping, because it scared me.
When I was ten I planned my life very well.
Have two or three children, at least one girl and one boy, perferably mentally ill (or considered to be possesed or mentally ill by the seventies and the medival statements, bonus point if it's combined with religous beliefs), marry a somewhat averge to wealthy enough so both of us combined can afford an apartmet and occasionally leave for a vacation, sometimes with and sometimes without the children.
We'll have two cars, unless his job doesn't call for one, I'll work, creative manager or marketing, because I'm good at knowing what people want (the fact that I don't prefer to actually please them is a whole another topic), probably in a high-technology job.
I planned it good.
Now?
I want to work as an attendent, which is probably the best job in the world.
I'll work as a journalist or a blogger for a website that likes it, occasionally taking pictures and drawing, writing, uploading it to deviantart, and maintaining a good account there (my account that I recently opened), I'll keep being organized in springpad, unless there will be a better program, although I'd rather use springpad when people will leave, it will be more quiet.
I'd love to be an attendent, taking flights, watching people, and from time to time you can actually stay at the place you're traveling to, usually not in "quickes" (have you ever heard that sentence that says, if you want to be rich, act like one? so it's the same thing), to Europe, in this case, I'd give less than zero fucks about living in Israel.
I'd love to just watch people, I enjoy making up their stories.
I think I started doing so because of that story with Emil, hate it, but I had no choice.
....
I'm trying to find some good creepypastas.
All I want is a scientific-exprimental kind of story, written in some sort of a journal-diary-logs, I just love them.
....
I'm checking speedpaints and make up tutorials.
It started from the fastest Youtube link that was of speedpaint (the other one is a playlist link, which I have no power or will to use now), and then I wanted to see of BEN Drowned (the first one that I've read!), now I'm on a video, and here's a link for a cute Shannon (not sure if female or male, I pick female), http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSdtNf4OoTM.
Nice.
A Chelsea Smile one (never heard of it, but why not?) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugl9AmySpj0.
.....
I don't think I'll ever forgive those satanic bastards.
People should understand that it's not only band tee's that matter for everybody.
I would've stay there if it was the first thing I came to check up, but I went to a better one.
A guy, probably indian or a philipean, I'm not sure, but I loved his English, you could actually melt in his voice, and he talked about a quite amusing thing (a man can impregante 700,000 females was a sentence he said), it wasn't a cd store, it was a shirt, and bit of accesory (kind of punk if you'd ask me), so it made sense!
But please, for the satanic people, find a way to make your store, I don't know, a little less messy, a bit lighter (black and black and black, you couldn't even tell how the salesman looked like!), and at least repesent proudly and openly your music.
Stupid people.
I like the people who at least open, and slightly wilder, wild enough to not be too afraid to show their stupid faces.
The threesome (I'll call them this way from now on) was better than you!
I'm mixing up Jeff and Jack all the time.
It just makes sense that Jack will be the murderer.
There was a Jack that was an English teacher in our school, he got fired.
He just fucking snapped in class, and cursed kids.
His sanity snapped.
And this is why he's a Jeff.
Jack, well I know a person that named Jeff to replace, but Jeff is nice!
He was the most awesome bar tender I've ever met.
Probably because I was three-four, and Ii enjoyed grapefruit juice.
-
I'm afraid that one day I won't wake up in time.
I'll be miserable, and I won't understand it until it'll be too late (too late means under thirty,
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