ROBOSLUT says:

I quote myspace:

Hello, ROBOSLUT!

Sick.

Twelve. Nawweh poor baby. This photo epitomises my life of showing ID.

running tears on anxious hands
you’re only sixteen but I’d give those years again
for you to smile when you thought of us
stop running, embrace the notoriety

never forget, hold my hand give a fuck
run that shit always and forever

Fuck yeah suck my dick.

The song was hecktic long so here’s an excerpt:

He told of death as a bone white haze
Taking the lost and the unloved babe
Late too late all the wretches run
These kings of beasts now counting their days
From mother’s love is the son estranged
Married his own his precious gain
The earth will shake in two will break
And death all around will be your dow’ry

Oh oh people of the earth
Listen to the warning the seer he said
For those who hear and mark my words
Listen to the good plan

On its own that’s pretty standard but the music behind it is depressing as, WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE POWER CHORDS?!

On a lighter note, new shoes =\

One day Chuang Tzu and a friend were walking by a river. “Look
at the fish swimming about,” said Chuang Tzu, “They are really
enjoying themselves.”

“You are not a fish,” replied the friend, “So you can’t truly know
that they are enjoying themselves.”

“You are not me,” said Chuang Tzu. “So how do you know that I
do not know that the fish are enjoying themselves?”

How do you convince someone of something you know, but is impossible to express without the tools they have?

you’ve got me broken
resigned to each day
you took the best of me

my frustration’s blinding
refuge laid to waste
and i know this could have
been a million other ways

intentions so sincere
built on dreams only we shared
but words so self centered you aren’t
seeing the forest
for the fucking tears

you may have me beaten
but i am still a fucking man

maturity

With the spring in my step bent sideways I headed down to the local aquatic center, after a short conversation with the guy at the counter (‘can I go for a swim?’ ‘yeah, $5′ ‘cool, which way’s the pool?’) I followed him out to the changeroom where I got undressed while he fixed a shower faucet and pretended he wasn’t watching.

sup lungs?

After exiting the changerooms and being behold with the sight you see above (pool to myself, fuck yeah), my lungs began clawing at the inside of my rib cage in a vain attempt to go somewhere nice for the winter, I however, would have none of their shenanigans. Proceeding to step into the pool, I then began the most intensive bout of physical exercise I think I’ve done since year 7 sex ed (awww yeah).

Well fuck, after 45 minutes, like 25 laps and feeling the urge to vomit or drown too many times, I stepped out of the pool with biceps the size of something that resembles a healthy arm, and pecs that bounced to my steps. Unfortunately, my new found  body of someone my age only lasted 15 minutes (which were well spent staring at myself in the changeroom mirror) as the blood subsided not long after (fingers crossed it becomes permanent soon enough).

Harnessing the momentum from what medical experts will later describe as “my polio patient trying to swim” I set of on a journey to my towns less conventional residential areas to kill time before visiting a real life medical expert. Some of the houses I found near each other where just plain stupid.

this

next to this

I’d say there was once a house on that puddle.

and this around the corner...?

The phallic plants in their yard moved with the wind in accordance to the human anatomy after which they were designed.

Shortly after that photo was taken it began to piss pour down with rain; it was still 2 hours before I was needed at the doctor’s so I began seeking some shelter. After around 10 minutes of braving the cold and pretending I hadn’t seen old ladies knocked off their merry ways by the wind, I came to our local christian church. Now I’m no believer, but some of the things that churches do are pretty cool, for example while I was sitting there listening to isolation (on my trusty, albeit ill-gotten iPod) and feeling sorry for old men taking their afternoon walk in the shit weather, it dawned on me that I’d never seen a church without a large alcove at the front to protect people from the elements.

have you ever felt so desperate?

By the time the rain stopped it was time to head to the clinic where I found out how to quit smoking, (fuck yeah) and some other things to fix involving my unicorn’s mastitis and stuff.

I also like this photo.

this world, monotony’s king
poor form is exciting
we’re overwhelmed with awareness
if ignorance is bliss, retard us now
in the face of adversary and ourselves
we run
scared of differing opinions
and the foresight to withhold

the fact that only for an instant
it’s only a matter of time
until we’re dead from fatigue
idiocy without a crutch

bolts and pins litter the streets
infants rule supreme