Shut Up Monologue

- he wants to play 20 questions (!!!!!!!!! do not play !!!!!!!!!!! especially if there’s a “;)” involved)

Woah, woah, woah. We got a bitch ass sprog here thinking dissing someone's comment is really going to get us somewhere. You're just a little thirteen-year-old furfag, grow the fuck up already. Anyways, I was just stating the fact that just because other people are allergic to something shouldn't be the reason why something should be illegal same for folks who have asthma. Also the thing on destroying your lungs/cancer there way more other things that cause cancer, but you don't see the government trying to stop it, know do you? All the shit they put in our food cause cancer, but you don't see tons of commercials talking about how we should grow our own food or to eat better. I mean people should have the right to smoke a cigarette if they want

But occasionally I think about all of the above and sometimes I care to the point where my self esteem gets bruised, strained and shattered. Then I un- pride myself, think that everybody hates me and I curdle up in a corner and think of slowly dying. But when I think of you , you are so far away from my soul. I can't visualise you because your pride heaves over you like a cloud of dust. I try to rekindle times we shared

If my walls could speak, they would tell sad stories' they would tell of times with love and heart break, anger and misery.

He pulled up in his red Corvette Salmon shorts and a white v-neck I said wow you know how to dress down for a city guy We headed out to a spot on the lake A couple zip codes and a cup full of bait I could tell pretty fast He had more than just bass on his mind Oh I was fishing he was wishing We were kissing I was getting Madder than a hornet in an old coke can Getting closer sliding over Crowding up my casting shoulder Reaching out and tryna hold my reeling hand

I’m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie I’m the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, just playin’ along I’ma lay right in my bed, I’m rolling aside But if I get a car, I’m roamin’ to rob Because I know if I ever chill of livin’ to you You’ve got a volunteer, and you don’t know what to do You’d stop

I'm so high I'm in outer space with Captain Picard I'm me everyday, I'm a genius retard Life is like a play, mine was wrote by The Bard Life is like a game, mine is way too hard Like Battletoads or #Contra And it's shocking like #Blanka How a sweet black kid got turned to a monsta

His eyes shone as if caught in the beam of a headlight. The noise wasn’t him. He was as quiet as a field mouse with asthma and a broken leg.

The atmosphere was uncomfortable, but my husband was determined to settle the issue once and for all. He dragged me into the crowd despite my unwillingness and stormed straight to Mr. Little while pushing the people out of the way. We were met with some scorn and rude comments for our actions, but I simply bowed my head a little to express my apologies. Of course, the men were too enraged to regard me, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of Mr. Little with my husband.

I will pray pray pray, pray pray pray that all my nerves will go away

Aww, baby. Having that be the first thing I see when I turn on my computer is more than I could ask for. I think my cheeks are getting hotter by the second from what you wrote. My cheeks are getting pinker, as it usually does when I’m with you. This usually happens when I’m with you. I get this warm and fuzzy feeling when I’m with you. I didn’t know love could be so enchanting. Today was a perfect day to chat and update each other on our lives considering the weekend starts tomorrow (1 hour and 25 minutes, but who’s counting (excluding me) ). Your stories and finding the trip to be an awesome experience brings me joy. I don’t think I've eveeerrr wrote nor said this in the past but, I really want you to be happy. Your happiness can really make

When you play a sport your whole life it grows on you and makes you somewhat attached to the idea of that sport. It simply becomes part of your life that you don’t question or think about leaving. Until it finally does, you realize how the sport controlled what you do and how you spend your time everyday. With basketball, being about a four month season in the middle of winter it gets to be a pretty long part of the year.

In your eyes yet not able to see but still able to understand. Look to the past, not future, it's went way too far. We've skipped, we've ran, but go back and walk slowly, nicely. Don't miss a thing!

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

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.