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| Re: Here is something for one of you Caltrops drawing people to draw. by Grammar Fag Adams 08/18/2003, 11:16am PDT | ||||
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Flurgendorf J. Creexul wrote: I've started sketching this but it will take a while. It has to be like more a comic book story rather than a comic strip, then stylewise it has to be more sophisticated than my Melted Brain stuff. I purposefully made those easy to draw, and they still take me a long fucking time. Anyway, I think it's a happy ending. I figure I'll combine like INC and fussbett from these logs into some blackbird with a big fucking beak, talking about power outages with flashbacks. It's a nice comic book ending because in the end, you eat. Come on, how is that depressing? Especially when you paid for it yourselves. Pretty much. My question, what were the snacks? That's about all I need to know, list the snacks. You already had Cheezits, what else? Those burritos you heat and shit? I wonder how insane or retarded you guys really are. When I was in high school my counselor was convinced I was insane. There were many reasons, but I got sick of his ass. What made him certain, in the end, was bullshit: he insisted I keep notes in all the bullshit classes, and provided me with a notebook. So he calls me back and the notebook's empty, he gives me shit. Always calling me into his office, I'm his project, the fat weezing fuck. So one day I have the notebook filled, with childlike crayon drawings of people being decapitated and shit, lots of red. The guy, huffing and bug-eyed, within a month managed to get the state psychologist to examine me, pulled me out of classes for a week. Good times! He wanted me in the retard program, minimum. So then I played it straight. Hahah, fucker, I tested sane. I was no longer his project. The next semester, in a boring psych class, I could have been a smart person helper for the retards. Such a fine line, remembered thinking. One point they wanted to make me a retard, next moment I can be the balanced kid helper for the retards. It reminds me of the studies they did of negroid children. You call a negroid child a dumbass enough times they'll believe it. It doesn't matter whether or not anybody's actually a dumbass inherently, what matters is what people have been telling you what you are your whole life. You just have to disagree with that shit and say fuck off. Once I went to college... Good God man think about going passing some gay tests and charming the admissions lady to get in a big state university, it's a ticket to freedom and fun, and the classes arent bullshit anymore. If morons can do it, so can you. Right, and another thing. I was in one of those gay psych discussion groups one time. It was court ordered from a DUI, hehe, so wasn't for being crazy. But I remember one dude in my class was what I always called the "worst job in the world." These guys who spread tar on the roads in the middle of the summer. Christ, I'm like, how can you do that? No matter what shitty job I've ever had, I told him, THAT was the job I imagined, and was thankful I didn't have. He answered: Money. And then said it did suck like fuck, but I remember his words, "You hate it, but you just have to do it, you just do it, man, you just do it. And I'm good at it." You need to find a job that will give you self esteem. Then fuck somebody really hot. Problems are gone. Sorry for being Ann Landers with purple undead flesh, just tell me about the snacks. Roop |
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