something Synthetic
So I realized that while I'm still gloating over the being knighted 'Red, molten plastic', nobody really knows what Red molten plastic really is. So I'll let this blog (and a few more to come) explain it to you.
Dollhouse
I'm sorry I made you and brought you up in a broken dollhouse
I'm sorry I wasn't always nice to you
For if there's something worse than broken, It's half broken
Held together by the fibres of love, the little that's left
Until it becomes something of a torture
Alive and dead at the same time
I'm sorry I never cared much for you
At the critical age when I'm overburdened with work
Except for when it's the wrong moment
Or too late, so I'm sorry you craved love
I'm sorry for pushing the door from the outside
And you resisted it with all y…
Something wet
I came back from this very rainy place yesterday, which my family dragged me into. Not quite against my own will, though, but I didn't have any idea of how wet it was gonna be. Anyway, after the shocking revelations yesterday brought forth, (Somebody actually reads this, I know right?), it seemed like a nice thing to write about at first, with all the tiny waterfalls and giant dams and the wind that blew hard on my umbrella so I felt like Mary Poppins (practically perfect in every way. [My umbrella wasn't quite right though; after some time it turned around and pretended to be a mini domestic reservoir and/or rainwater harvesting unit]). I recited litany in which certain things are crossed out over and over again just to add to the effect …
Something absurd
So I say something serious to mum, wide-eyed and everything, and you would guess her reaction. When I say that, I mean you. Would. Never. In. Your. Wildest. Dreams. Okay, okay, I'll put you out of your misery. She goes on about how cute I am and how huge my cheeks are and how she's gonna pack me up in a bag and carry me around like a portable device, or, rather, an IoS app.
Pari in a box! (only for $0.99)
.-.
And at this point it's your cue to say something along the lines of:
I knew that.
that's exactly what I screamed at the PC!
I could have guessed that. (Given enough time and resources)
But this, this is the strange part:
Remember the blog post about women empowerment, yada...yada...?
Well, when I expressed my desire to go to Antarctica, she we…
something awesome
So the awesome thing is EVERYONE on the creepypasta wiki.
"Cymb: I'm back. kinda. 7
WHY DOES 7 ALWAYS APPEAR UNINVITED GOD DAMMIT
Cymb: caps
(okay)
Great, now 7 is making me talk to myself!"
"Thunder: Grammatik you want some milk?
Gramma: wut? hexegons don't drink milk."
"Me: READONG you're supposed to be dead.
Reading: Wow, I'm so glad I'm not this READONG guy."
"414: something random about rape.
Weaver: Now 414 that wasn't very nice. NOW GO TO A CORNER AND THINK ABOUT YOUR LIFE!"
"SomeRandomPerson: What do you call it when a banana eats another banana?
CanniBANANAlism!!!" (feel free to edit this is if it was you)
"414: Flame; BURN"
"Skeletons: WHO DISTURBETH ME?!?!"
"Noah: So I guess Flame isn't as innocent as we though…
Something annoying
I must leave. I need to isolate myself from the rest of the human race. I'm just sick of living in paranoia, just because two x-chromosomes fancied each other. THE WORLD MUST END, because there is no cure for the plague of humans other than the plague of humans. We our the deaths of ourselves.
Not less than an hour ago, I was watching the national news (I don't, normally, because it's mostly random gibberish. Nobody cares for celebrities and their love lives). Apparently, a female student was murdered, assaulted and murdered. This is one of the times when I could seriously (yes, seriously and not Siriusly because I'm actually serious and not Sirius) use my death-ray idea. Destroy the human race or rule over it like an angry god(dess).
It's eithe…