Flavors.

Dear friend,
I've been on this earth for quite a while now. It's like that for everyone nowadays. Ever since they came up with that new procedure back in 2021 everyones living around 50 years longer. And less people are having kids. Everyone in the world wants to stay young. Except a few exceptions before the procedure, every once in a while you'd find a kid eager to grow up. Now there are barely any kids. Everyone knows once you start to seed or grow pods you wilt and die. So people tend to aviod it. It's done the world a lot of good, the whole photosynthesis thing. Now the world has all the oxygen it needs, animals dont have to die, no more litter or anything, talk about going green. Really the only thing you have to worry about now is what light you accidently stumble into. See They(you never really ever know who They is do you?) made the procedure to save the earth, but humans are an increasingly selfish race. What was in it for us? There is no heart clogging lard in light! why would anyone go through with complete digestive system removal to have everything replaced with chloraphyl?! so they thought to make light flavored. It can be quite lovely. except as with anything flavored, like those historical "Jelly Beans" we read so much about in history books, there are always some kind of joker who makes strangley flavored light. or maybe its just a flavor your not found of. the thing thats so increadibly terrible about it though, is that it takes a lot to block light while still getting enough to live. although the world is happy, I can guarantee you the people are not. what with lights getting mixed up or just stumbling into pepsi light when you'd prefer coke its not a happy thing.

with much sincerity,
time traveler.

Pop Quiz.

I thought I was soooooo deeep in junior high.

what would happen if humanity forgot all archetypes and knowledge that we are supposedly born with?

epitomes. steryotypes. religion. everything.


what about if everyTHING forgot? like ducks forgot how to swim and what not?


or if a child grew up never hearing any speech or language at all so they never learned it all?










i was thinking about that. and it could go so many ways.

What would happen if you just re programed yourself completely?


1) this was more psycological.
not religious.
when i say religion. i dont mean god. i mean the things and rituals that are just engraved into the human brain before we are even born. you know.
im still finding god. im not quite there yet.


2)and i dont mean like entire humanity starting over from scratch like the begining. wed still have our sciences explaining everything.
i mean if one morning we all woke up and the sun(universle symbol for life) meant nothing.
if everything we thought we lived on knowing we didnt know anymore. would we still live?

3)i read about this expieriment that some asian emprorer did in like some million years ago. he took a few newborns and made it where they were raised in complete scilence and no one could take care of them.
they all died.
but if he did it right and took into consideration that people need neourishment to live.
if he made it where they were fed and bathed but with no one talking around them at all
would they develope any means of communication?



4) ANOTHER QUESTION. wich is really what i was getting at in the first place but forgot.
if we werent ever taught that our brains were where thoughts were made,
would we be able to hear our thoughts in other parts of our bodies? like our feet or knees? or hands or clavicle??

I like to create with my hands.

i paint and sew a lot.
check it out.
myspace.com/laceysewsandpaints


i was crazy inspired when i first saw the movie Science of Sleep.
and i made some a bird just to see if i could.

I COULD.
and then i just continued. i make stuff like this all the time now :D


i also paint a lot.


so i figured id share that.
i make some clothes too.
but those are just for me. :)
hahah


shoot.


im done with capitilization but ive become super anal about punctuation.

Literally About A Fish.

I used to write stories a lot! But a while back I just went completely brain dead and lost my creativity. I've tried to write a lot since then, but none of its ever worked out how I wanted it to. I can never come up with an ending/middle/or beginning or else I forget what I was writing about half way through. I don't know what inspired me to do it, and keep doing it. But tonight for the first time in over a year I wrote about something that didn't die half way through the process. This is my first completed story in over a year. It might not be all that good.

I'm starting to turn pale. I was a vibrant golden orange color when I was first brought here. Why Chad put me on the table in the darkest corner of the room, I'll never know. I've been out of the sun far to long. Seriously, I'm his only companion. The least he could do is give me a change of scenery. Or a lamp. If I could, I'd just pick up this bowl and run down to the beach. Unfortunately, the bowl is far to big for me to move, even if I did have arms. And I have no legs. I don't really blame the guy though. He's just lonely.
"PENELOPE!" He shouts strait into the bowl. My goodness that boy is loud. Does he realize that sound travels fast under water then in land. He starts pouring those little flakes in the water.
"I got a promotion today!" He shouted again. The sound reverberates against the glass and causes the surface of the water to ripple and wave. I swim around in the miniature current that was created and blink. Its enough to make him feel acknowledged. It isn't for a few more moments that I realize he is still pouring food in my bowl. Oh no! Now I'm going to eat to much and either die from exploding, or ill get ammonia poisoning or die from protein over dose. This wouldn't be the first time his absent-mindedness has put me in a life threatening position. I attempt to jump out of the water to get his attention. I've never been much of a jumper. I manage to make a splash that hits his face. It still has the desired effect. He stops feeding me.
Let me tell you a little bit about Chadwick J. Finster. One, he lives up to his name. If any of you have seen the Rugrats, you all know the sadly awkward father of Chucky Finster. Chad comes from a very rich family. They never payed much attention to him. Actually, if hes isn't exaggerating anything in his rants, they down right ignored him. He became a kind of hermit in his house. He was never very social, they said he was shy. I dare say, He was just socially inept. It didn't help him much that what he lacked devilishly good looks he gained in tolerance for strong liquor. His ideas and dreams were so incredibly far fetched no one bothered to entertain the idea of encouraging him to live them out. Never the less he was a smart kid. He had an intellect that actually disabled him growing up, and still now in his late twenties. He chased a lot of people away with his ideas of scientific theory paired knowledge of random trivia.
Apparently he's had a few dates in his life, but none since the night I came to live with him. He tended to accidentally insult the girls he went out with, which is actually how i got here a few months ago.

There was this "beautiful", "intelligent" and "fun" girl he met at work. He had never talked to her before so I don't know how he thought he knew all this. One day he finally did talk to her. One day he came home after a long day and told me all about the incident that brought me too his living room table. It seems that this girl had asked him "to go to the fair with her and to meet her at seven". So he met up with this girl, Liz, at the fair. She introduced him to her sister, and her boyfriend. Neither him or the sister had expected this blind date. They shared an incredibly awkward night. Somehow after around 3 hours of awkwardly avoiding the girl, Liz talked Chadwick into winning her sister a goldfish. This is where I come in. Somewhere between him handing her my bag and her saying thanks a ton" and throwing me back at him, he made some passive aggressive remark about her face. Lucky for me the twist tie on my plastic baggy was secure. Three cheers for tact. They all ditched him and after that we walked the lonely walk of shame home and he spilled his life story to me.
Since then Liz has quit the company and no my boy Chad is taking her place. Maybe this means he will upgrade me to a tank. Lord knows I deserve it. being this lonely young mans only companion is hard work. Maybe I will get a big new tank with the fancy colorful rocks at the bottom and a big castle and a bubble blowing treasure chest! Even a lowly little plastic deep sea diver would suffice.
He's just left. Probably off to go celebrate I presume. With whom I couldn't possibly imagine. Later he will come home rambling nonsense to the walls and pass out on the "dining room" table. It's quite possibly the largest peace of furniture in this apartment. He's never been one to buy furniture. But I'm just a goldfish. I never asked to be here. I can't really ask for much considering us fish don't talk. But I will say this; At least he doesn't tap on the glass.

one of my favorite conversations

between me and one of my friends

"dude they piss me off so bad... like why the fuck would they do that"
"dude i know drugs are so dumb"
"i know but like i kinda think i would do them.. you know cause they killyou... i kinda want to die"
*gasp*
"not like that.. haha now your like all concerned... i jsut dont wanna get really old... i wanna like live now.."
" and go out with a bang at like 30?!"
"YEAH!"
"dude i know exactly what oyu mean.. that does sounfd like a good plan.. like do them while your dyeing... then no one can give you shit about it .. oyu can jsut be like 'bitch im dyeing already, dont bitch at me'... i already said i was gonna try at least one right before i die"
"lets make a plan. when we like turn thirty lets get really fucked up and just die together."
"thatd be bad ass"
"fuck yeah"


i dont know if htats exactly how it went but it was something like that.... and that among various others are my favorite... thats just the most recent that i remember..... it was funny.. it doesnt really mean much though... i dont think either of us were seirous

To start off

I have no clue why I made this. At the specific moment I started I had a lot on my mind and it reminded me of how this guy I know had a bloggin like this. And he wrote this thing about going crazy. So I tried to find it, but I couldn't so I gave up and started my own. Wich I feel wierd doing, because most of these people are making these to like make a statement or for projects. or atleast the ones I've gone through while this is just random and retarded. Maybe it will make sense eventuially but I don't know. Anyways... I figure I'll start with what was on my mind. I hate losing control. I don't seem like a very controlled person in the first place. And I'm not. But losing it completely I guess is the worst thing that could happen. It's only happened once that I remember. The second time I was wasted (for the first and last time). I decided I'd never do it again. And there is really one person who really makes me feel like I will. And thats probably because I was freaking out on them that only time I can remember. You'd think I'd try and be cool around them and I'd always feel bad and never get mad. But I kinda tried to beat up an ogre and beat his face repeatedly with news papers because he made me feel dumb. And then he made me feel more dumb because he was still being nice (even if it was in a mean way) and that just made me more mad. Like I'd lost. I like to think its all forgotten because we are best friends again. But you never know. I've got one hell of a temper. I don't see anyway to embrace that. Maybe it will just come to me. But for now I'll try to get rid of it and listen to a lot of Bishop Allen. You know how you get super pissed and feel better out of nowhere. Normally its just random but there are a few things that kinda make it happen on auto. Listening to Bishop Allen helps. Or triumphant movie music. ha. Yeah.
I guess the reason I started this was cause I couldnt find another one. The guy who wrote what I was looking for. Well I cant really say anything about him, because I dont really know him. I've seen him around though and talk to some people who knows him. His girl sold me a shirt once. ha. But he wrote this crazy awesome thing about going insane. And what he'd do if he went insane. and it was the greatest peice of writing I'd ever read. It made me realize alot of stuff. One of wich being, if i went insane, I'd also want to be put on an island with animals and buisness men swinging from vines. Not in a hospital. Because i hate doctors.
Also I just talk to this other friend of mine. I don't see him really anymore. But I just told him a lot of stuff I never really thought I'd say. Like about the control thing. I thought that was wierd. It put me in one of those wierd moods. Like where I think about everyhting. Even though I should'nt really dwell on it. But I do it anyways.
By the way. I can't spell anything.