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.. h-h-how does it make me feel?
no one... no one has ever asked me that before, thank you boatie.
I dont really know how to express my feelings into words, i mean it makes me feel kind of alright to like conspiracy theories, i like it, it feels nice holding onto the probability that something might be real, that maybe what we're seeing isnt the entire truth, maybe there are aliens! maybe there are plans for a world government, maybe sandy hook was a false flag, maybe 9/11 was does by muslims and was blamed on the jews and bush to get americans on the side of the muslims.
Its kind of hard to explain, it reminds me of this time i was walking along my city streets and i was wearing these raggy converse where the bottom had begun to form a hole and it was raining so i slipped over, then some guy comes up to me and puts his finger through the hole in my shoe and starts tickling my feet, he picks me up and holds me tight, real tight, i can smell his breath, i can barley move and he puts his tounge down my throat and although i kind of dont like it i kind of do, he let me go and grabbed me by the hand and we ran together, the rain continued to fall, heavier and heavier.
As we continued to run hand in hand we came upon a lake, he let go of my hand and held me by my shoulders, caressing my hair out of my face and smiling at me, he looked torn, like he was between a rock and a hard surface. he turned away from me, as the moon was beginning to rise, he turned back "i need to tell you something my love" he said in a wispy tone, puzzled i look at his back, trying to get him to look back at me "wh...what is it my love?" i stammer, waiting for him to say he is homosexual and only likes me because im ugly and therefore have no standards. He turns back to look at me "in high school, i was a champion swimmer, i was the best in my district, but the science club didnt like me because i was a jock and they cursed me, so one day i was resting at the side of the pool and felt a prick, i turned and seen this science geek stabbing a needle into me, and now everytime the full moon rises..... i transform... i... change".
His story took so long by the time he had just fi…
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