Dooba Shenshen Ton

Dundee dooba chinshi ton.
Chinshi tooba dundat.
Jakka chin dis datbur.
Kilin dooda shenti.
Shenshen dooba ton.
Jakka jakka.
Yuhun, tooba ton.

Plain White Button Shirt

Today a girl asked for my shirt, so I gave it to her. I really didn't need it. And it gave me a chance to steal one of the shirts from work, which are kinda nifty. Well I'm tired right now; I hope you have a good night.

When someone asks for something, ask yourself who would appreciate it more.

Concrete Cube

"Take the knife and slit your throat." The voice over the intercom was cold and direct, just the tone almost compelled the man to do so. As the man picks up the knife he can feel the cold tempered steel against his fingers. He holds the knife up and can see his dark brown hair framing his pale sweaty face. "You have no reason to live. What is keeping you here?" The voice's tone does not change; every word moves the knife closer to his throat. "What about my future? Is there nothing there?" The mans words are quiet, choked out of his throat. He looks to the dull intercom speaker on the bare concrete wall for a response. Silence. The man starts sobbing, "What has happened to me? Why am I here? What has buried me this deep?" The mans hands are trembling so much that he drops the knife. The clang against the concrete floor is almost totally drowned out by the mans sobbing. He stumbles toward the wall and slumps down in a position only a lifeless limp body should be able to fall into. The sobbing slowly stops. "Take the knife and slit your throat." The voice cuts the silence like a rifle shot, startling the slumped form into a more rigid position. Slowly the man stands up and walks over to the stainless steal blade lying on the ground. "Is this what you want? Will this solve it all!" He picks up the knife and plunges it into his throat just below his Adams apple. Gurgling sounds fill the room as the man slowly drowns in his own blood. The man slowly drags himself over to the plain gray wall and starts pounding on it in desperation. He finally slumps down onto the floor never to be tormented.

That last one isn't so peachy.

Refrigeration isn't a miracle, it's Freon!
Why fear death when you can enjoy life?
If you don't have a squeeze bottle you're pretty much screwed.
My mind brains have melted to a crisp.
Don't eat the shiny leaves, they make your mouth sting.
My will to live has imploded along with my right mind.

Caution to Some Readers

How many people can tell you exactly how they would kill themselves if they were ever pushed to suicide? I bet it's either more then you think or far less then you think. I know exactly how I'd go about it, I would find a rather solid surface and bash my head against it until my skull collapsed and crushed my brain. You needn't worry about me going about this because I know very well that I never will.

Some of you may ask as to why the bashing. Well frankly slitting your wrists would probably be equally messy but it would take too much time, you can bleed for a very long time before you pass out. And I wouldn't like to take pills or overdose on anything because; first I'm very anti-drug as far as my own body goes. And second because it seems like it would be too painless, slipping into sleep doesn't seem like all that real of a way to go. How many people have died that way thinking they'll wake back up? Jumping would prolly be my second choice if the building were tall enough. Just tall enough to be able to come to grips with what you've done and then splat! Instant death. (You hope.) Anywho bashing my head in would be the choice because you have to physically continue to do it, you really have to want to die to keep hitting your head against the wall after you watch your blood splatter all over. With every hit you have to have a reason, otherwise what's going to keep you going?

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I was thinking of a movie today, it would be pretty cool to write it all out and then sell it to a big movie maker but knowing me it may never happen. Anywho the following is a real sketchy outline.

One day Lars (The main character) receives a mysterious note mentioning Meg, his close friend that disappeared about a month before. Although he remembers her almost no one else seems to. He quickly starts his quest to find the writer of the note and as he does he starts to notice very strange occurrences in his everyday life. When he finds the note writer he also finds out that this place he thinks is reality is in fact a simulation created by the Russian government to place agents into a setting where they could learn to fit into the American public. This simulation consists of both Human brains plugged into the network and a series of artificial intelligences that have been programmed in. The note writer (Jules) explains to Lars the significance of the network and why they must shut it down.

Okay I know that that sounds pretty lame and just a take off of the Matrix, but it will be different. I can't really begin to say too much about it unless I wanted to pretty much type out the whole story. It should be really interesting and more then likely will have lots of guns explosions and other just trippy stuff.