Complication, Ch.03Chapter #3: Is Thinking Forbidden Here or Something?!Complication, Ch.034 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well, I guess I can say that it's my philisophy.
I know that I'm hyprocritical at almost everywhere in my life. Acting like I jate someone I love, I love someone I hate, I like something I loathe or I loathe something I like. I've always been like this, and truth to be told, I don't complain about it.
Maybe I'm addicted to hiprocrisy. That's how you can be as cool as me without revealing your loser sides.
But sometimes hypocrisy becomes a problem.
Like when it makes your love hate you.
"It does not make anything better!" I was still shouting. "It doesn't make you forgiven!"
That ghetto bastard didn't even listen. Gah, I hate Kenny so much.
Idiot man-whore insisted so much to visit Kyle that we finally ended up here, skipping the school without even joining the homeroom. I'm not complaining tho, I wanna see is the Jew is gonna die or keep his damn existence.
"Are you sure you really wanna see him?" Stan asked,
Complication, Ch.1Chapter #1: This Damn Blank MemoryComplication, Ch.14 years ago in Romance More Like This
A philosopher who I don't give a fuck about his name had said "What's the point of living if you're gonna die in the end?"
Or on the second thought, that can be just a fucking emo kid. Yeah, that makes much more sense.
Anyone who has a little optimistic view would deny it right away with craps like 'the important thing is to live well and leave something to remind of us after we're gone' and blah blah blah.
But I do nothing but getting a little jealous- and maybe angry. If thinking in this way is true, then it must be even truer to think like this:
What is the point of dying if you're gonna be back to life in the end?
The knife in my chest. Blood. Pain. Darkness. The light. Darkness again.
Oh, fuck me, not this shit again, I thought. What happened last night? I don't fucking remember. But if I won't remember, no one was gonna do it.
I forced myself to think as I was dressing up. I wore my usual combination - a b
SP - Kyle's EggKyle's EggSP - Kyle's Egg3 years ago in Humor More Like This
One Saturday morning, Kyle Broflovski awoke to find an egg in his bed. It wasn't a very large egg. It was blue with flecks of green spots patterned across its surface. It lay right underneath his covers, close to his left thigh. When he'd tossed back his blankets ready to bounce up and out of bed to start the day, he'd felt the small oval shape tap against his side. Confused about the egg's presence, Kyle stared at it.
Slowly, he reached down and picked it up. It was a real egg. He knew that much. It was light in weight; the shell thin with slight bumps. He rolled the little egg back and forth between his palms, trying to place the egg's species. Robins' eggs were blue? Weren't they? But this egg had small green spots too which made Kyle wonder if it were a bird's egg at all.
He brought the egg to his eye and examined it closer. It looked like an ordinary egg. But how did it get in his bed?
Standing up, Kyle moved to his window. He pulled back the curtains and
Complication, Ch.2Chapter #2: What Actually Happened Last NightComplication, Ch.24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"C'mon guys, this way." the guy with an orange top and black jeans called the other three.
"Dude look, I have a girlfri-" the guy with strait hair that is even darker than night complained but blonde with orange parka stopped him.
"Do you want me to remind you how many times that whore cheated on you?"
The confidence that is born from a broken pride, threw away the unsure look in the noirette's night-blue eyes. "Fuck this, let's go."
The blonde rolled his sky-blue eyes, laughing at the noirette's easily controlled feelings. "You're not gonna even cheat. It's just " blonde stopped to find a suitable word. "looking? I don't know, but if you're taking this as a revenge-"
"I'm not taking this as a revenge, I'm taking this as a man's rights."
The blonde smirked to the noirette's obviously broken pride. "I knew you were more than a loyal dog which waits for his master no matter how far she goes."
Night-blue eyes shone with anger. "I a
The Worst Way to DieThe Worst Way to Die3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
The worst way to die
Its not from a blade
It's not by a gun shot
Or by a grenade,
The way that I think of
As the worst way to go
Kills hundreds of people
Makes thousands of tears flow,
It is more lethal
And causes more pain
Than being locked up
With a cold metal chain,
It burns like a fire
Within your chest
Taking you down
Failing your test,
I'm sorry to say
Most don't survive
After the first crack
They no longer feel alive,
It is through this
Many are torn apart
Yes the worst way to die
Is by a broken heart.