Blur Monologue

It wasn’t always easy. As a matter of fact, it was never easy for us. I’m sure you’d have agreed. Surely it was tough for you to let us go, but I want you to know that I’m thankful you did.

Black stage two stop light one two figures dressed in black. On the floor in fetal postions

He was in bad shape. His voice seemed hollow and stuffed up, nasal-sounding, as if he had a bad cold. He held a flashlight in his hand, clicking it on and

When you are a smoker you are making the decision to damage your own body, but little do you know you are also damaging everyone else's body that you are in the room with. John

I’m ready to fight i tried telling myself, but I’m not until I turn on my music but now I think that it is distracting me. Let's do this, it’s now or never. “For Skyrim” I yell.

This is going to be a long day for me if my boss finds out i’m late.

Glowing You knocked me sideways When you said that you were leaving. You knocked me over When you cried and told the truth.

It was a cold day in November 1959. Fog was covering the ground of the cemetery but every once in a while, the drops of rain and people passing by would separate the fog to reveal soft mushy ground, covered with a light layer of snow. You could hear the thump every time someone took a step, as everyone in the area gathered around a gravestone. “Shame she died” said a cop. His uniform was soaked and covered in food stains and he looked like he hadn’t exercised in a year.

After a small collection of minutes, the smoke exhausted itself. There was nothing left to give.

Through my manifestation of how I truly feel engraving a promise that I will believe.

ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........

If you are part of the Skeleton Clique of the band Twenty One Pilots, you know who Blurryface is. But for those of you who don't, Blurryface is your greatest insecurities. He is your depression. Your anxiety. Anything that you deal with, he is that inner voice that tells you that you won't make it and you aren't strong enough to survive.

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble It hard to be in this all alone in this ruble So many of my peers doing years beyond drug dealin

The animation opens to a scene of old houses in the snow and all white and there was girl prancing alone down a cobbled street. She finds a wall covered with names written in chalk, so she picks up a piece of chalk herself, and wrote her name, Alma. All of a sudden, she hears a creaking noise behind her, so when she turns around, she notices a doll on stand at a display window of an empty store that looks similarly like her, it wore the same clothes as she was wearing presently. Alma was fascinated by the doll that wore the same clothes, she looks down at her clothes momentarily, but when she looked up again, the doll vanished. She tries to find the doll again by looking through other windows of the store, and finally, she sees the doll copy

Halo am Joshua am the most talented person in the world. Am a great soccer player I even made points in one day. Am good on target and not so good on kicking. Oh I almost forgot to tell you I love drawing.