Forever Never

I have been lying to myself till now but now I know. I am never going to see you again or even get to talk to you again. And yet, I can't stop obsessing about you. How many years has it been now? Longer than the time we actually were with each other. I comb the internet looking for tidbits about you. How creepy! But I don't care. I have no pride. I read over and over again , the words you wrote to me. In my mind, I can hear your voice, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes singing, sometimes glad...

You don't want to hear from me. You told me that last year when I wanted to talk to you. And I know we can't have anything between us now. No way. I know. But still...Still...

Stupider and stupider

I can feel it with every passing moment. I am losing my capacity to think straight. I have no new thoughts. Everything I think of, I have already thought of and discarded as nonsense. I have no new arguments. I am not learning anything new. When people ask me for advice, the only thing I feel like telling them is to give up and go to bed. There really is nothing else. There are no miracles, no breakthroughs and decidedly no sensational news.

What a shitty thing this life is!

Explanation

What the hell! No posts for months! This is terribly shoddy of us! How dare we keep away from our followers? How can we just start something so big and leave it halfway? What could possibly be keeping us away? And at a time like this! Who do we think we bally well are, anyway? Do we think this is funny? What kind of people are we? Well of course you want an explanation! You deserve it! So, here it is.

Drop dead, wont you!

Dropping in a line to say hello

Just checking to see if anyone's about.

Nope.

Well then it's business as usual.

Cheerio!

Life Sucks!

A cucumber, a pickle, and a penis were all sitting around one day talking about how much their lives sucked. The cucumber said, "Man, my life sucks. Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, someone cuts me up and puts me in a salad." So the pickle looks at him and says, "You think you have it bad? Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, someone puts me in vinegar, puts spices on me, and sticks me in a jar." The penis glared at them both and said, "You guys think you have it rough? Whenever I get big, fat, and juicy, they put a rubber tarp over my head, stick me in a dark room, and bang my head against the wall until i throw up and pass out."