When everything starts to taste like cardboard then you have hit low. You have become that drunk Irish man Bernard Ludwig Black that smokes so much that he has killed his own taste buds.

A MAN THAT THINKS A COASTER IS SOME SORT OF DELICIOUS BISCUIT!!

Wonderful man but insane.

If you have never seen black books watch the grapes of wrath, That will all make sense

I personally believe that there is a higher being than ourselves but one that does not seek worship or force laws on our society that ultimately leads to sexism, racism or discrimination against gender preference.

* Just a little random thing that has been on my computer for a while


As the butchery stood open to customers the windows were filled with a banquet of meats ranging from pork to foul, cow to venison and hare to lamb. Its array of meat was declared a sensory over load to many as their tongue’s hung heavily from their mouths dripping with saliva and their noses pressed against the glass peering into the shop as their stomachs growled in craving. It was clear as day to see through past the walls of the butchery to see the carver bending over forwards placing a bowl of scraps before hungry canine eyes as a proud smile covered his wicked face showing tobacco stained yellow teeth as he watched the animal gorge himself as both male and female came into the shop unheard and unanswered by himself and instead the petite brunette with a fake smile and a faulting characteristic which made it easy to see past her mask and into young suffering eyes that has to work here earning a salary so that she could get by.

You have to think that if we consider our existence to be weird then what would happen if we were to meet others unlike ourselves. At a young age we are trained only to perceive what we need to see, what that color is and what that is called. But think of a child's imagination as something of a doorway, if they can see things that we cannot it may be the lost of innocence but not as we think. Its not the drama or responsibility that is placed on our shoulders it is more to the fact that if our parents cannot see them then neither should we.

Basically to a point we are sheep we follow those older than us even if we don't mean to.