Those peculiar moments in school, in which i hated so much for unknown reasons. Im stressing over things that may just as well non existence, unimportant. I love walking home these days, under the hot afternoon sun, letting its light slowly cook and bathe my skin with heat; Im not tanned, not one bit. Like a sandwich, that looks rather not tanned yet cooked. Yes, Im cooked, awfully over-cooked. Time ticks and Im dreaming through as it worked. I rolled up a set of newspaper and started hunting flies that invaded my house. All that swoosh buckling action, almost too fit for a hollywood movie. The potential energy generated from the source of murderous intent made me triumph in my battle against the flies, but i have a feeling a round two is near. Somewhere over the rainbow, i sense a disturbance in the force.
Pen and paper on my black desk gave me inspiration as i continue to imagine countless angles i could take if i had an awesome camera. Im crazy, Im crazy, Im crazy. But i love being crazy, having the feeling of absolute liberty and working towards an ideal dreams of an anarchist.
Its the only thing i have that proved and reassured me i am nevertheless upmost different from the others or maybe perhaps the rest of the world. I know i don't want to be like them; i hate humans.
"If only something would deprive them of their selfishness; I have visions and dream of watching the world burn....."
