I just had to update cause I am that messed up right now.
Um, Pointer update, this isn't part of th real story since I'm really messed up right now. I guess this short installment is like an OVA(OAV w/e).
. . . through rose colored glasses or Pointer in Wonderland
Pointer walked confidently into the grass; quite proud of his accomplishments. He was a free ant, able to act of his own will. After some length of walking relatively aimlessly Pointer began to think about how he would feed himself. Seemingly luckily soon after thinking about this problem he came across an appetising looking white puffy thing. Marshmellow-y.After some amont of time analyzing and inspecting this item, Pointer is ofcourse not careless, he took a small bite. After a short while, 10 minutes or so Pointer decided it was safe to eat more. Soon he was full and continued walking towards . . . whatever lay before him. Quickly he began to realize he may have misjudged his alluring meal. Soon each blade of grass grew larger, and some acualy became 'blades' of grass. Pointer decided he was suffering from exhaustion and needed water. Seemingly luckily, he came across a cactus. Knowing cacti contain much water he bit in. After walking a bit more Pointer realized he had made a grave error as his stomach was churning violently. Fearing that he may die from possible poisoning from the fluffy thing he now realized was a wild mudhroom Pointer forced himself to vomit; easilly done as his stomach was so restless to begin with. No words can describe Pointer's next journey which took place. Truly it couldn't be described as the entire happening seemed to have unfolded before Pointer's eyes after-the-fact, like a movie.
As if it were common, the shadows began to speak to Pointer. Like wraiths whispering in his ear Pointer was bombarded with propositions, "want to kill them?," "kill the annoying ones and be happy. . .," "acceptance or death and peace." Pointer's growth began to feel as if it were pulsating, it felt like an entire other being. Everything arond him seemed to take on a life of its own, from the flowers to each grain of dirt. He stumbled and during his fall felt like the smallest thing in exsitence. A barrage of colrs and shapes never convieved bombraded him and his mind filled more and more with conflicting ideas and concepts of good and bad; forcing thoughts of life and death to be considered by his smallest-thing-in-existence-concept-of-himself mind. . .
(I finish later, tired and coming down/sobering up)
There is truly no way to describe how cool the SG Burlesque show I went to whenever in LA was. I CANNOT over-estimate this ENOUGH, it changed my life, and SG as a whole has seriously had a profound impact on my life as a whole. I'm writing this alf way through the Poninter episode (drunk and high mind you). The way I think of/revere SG[Sean, Missy, etc.] I really wish I could implant the feeling in everyone else. I wrote that while listening to rd Planet, which probaly dredge dup the first emotions I had of seeing Snow on stage
Damn taht soundsn stalker-y; seriously though she's a hot girl; but Des is #1 always
. Being messed up seems to influence stream-of-thougbt-writing from me. Listening to Dramaine now, only bringing back more memories, liek a playlist from the past, its amazing how music can link one to their past. At this pointe I'm pretty sure I won't finish the Pointer short story, ah well. {b]Really, thinking on it now its funny and kinda wierd, I truly believe that when I tranistioned from my private school to my Middle School I compensated for my nervousness with art, and when I was nervous about high school I used/found Heavy Metal, and when I entered college (well, jc at least) I joined SG, but found it probably 1 month after it came up (wasn't 18 yet) so I truly think it being an influence on my life was meant to be. Apperently actuallly finishing Pointer now.
Um, Pointer update, this isn't part of th real story since I'm really messed up right now. I guess this short installment is like an OVA(OAV w/e).
. . . through rose colored glasses or Pointer in Wonderland
Pointer walked confidently into the grass; quite proud of his accomplishments. He was a free ant, able to act of his own will. After some length of walking relatively aimlessly Pointer began to think about how he would feed himself. Seemingly luckily soon after thinking about this problem he came across an appetising looking white puffy thing. Marshmellow-y.After some amont of time analyzing and inspecting this item, Pointer is ofcourse not careless, he took a small bite. After a short while, 10 minutes or so Pointer decided it was safe to eat more. Soon he was full and continued walking towards . . . whatever lay before him. Quickly he began to realize he may have misjudged his alluring meal. Soon each blade of grass grew larger, and some acualy became 'blades' of grass. Pointer decided he was suffering from exhaustion and needed water. Seemingly luckily, he came across a cactus. Knowing cacti contain much water he bit in. After walking a bit more Pointer realized he had made a grave error as his stomach was churning violently. Fearing that he may die from possible poisoning from the fluffy thing he now realized was a wild mudhroom Pointer forced himself to vomit; easilly done as his stomach was so restless to begin with. No words can describe Pointer's next journey which took place. Truly it couldn't be described as the entire happening seemed to have unfolded before Pointer's eyes after-the-fact, like a movie.
As if it were common, the shadows began to speak to Pointer. Like wraiths whispering in his ear Pointer was bombarded with propositions, "want to kill them?," "kill the annoying ones and be happy. . .," "acceptance or death and peace." Pointer's growth began to feel as if it were pulsating, it felt like an entire other being. Everything arond him seemed to take on a life of its own, from the flowers to each grain of dirt. He stumbled and during his fall felt like the smallest thing in exsitence. A barrage of colrs and shapes never convieved bombraded him and his mind filled more and more with conflicting ideas and concepts of good and bad; forcing thoughts of life and death to be considered by his smallest-thing-in-existence-concept-of-himself mind. . .
(I finish later, tired and coming down/sobering up)
There is truly no way to describe how cool the SG Burlesque show I went to whenever in LA was. I CANNOT over-estimate this ENOUGH, it changed my life, and SG as a whole has seriously had a profound impact on my life as a whole. I'm writing this alf way through the Poninter episode (drunk and high mind you). The way I think of/revere SG[Sean, Missy, etc.] I really wish I could implant the feeling in everyone else. I wrote that while listening to rd Planet, which probaly dredge dup the first emotions I had of seeing Snow on stage
Damn taht soundsn stalker-y; seriously though she's a hot girl; but Des is #1 always. Being messed up seems to influence stream-of-thougbt-writing from me. Listening to Dramaine now, only bringing back more memories, liek a playlist from the past, its amazing how music can link one to their past. At this pointe I'm pretty sure I won't finish the Pointer short story, ah well. {b]Really, thinking on it now its funny and kinda wierd, I truly believe that when I tranistioned from my private school to my Middle School I compensated for my nervousness with art, and when I was nervous about high school I used/found Heavy Metal, and when I entered college (well, jc at least) I joined SG, but found it probably 1 month after it came up (wasn't 18 yet) so I truly think it being an influence on my life was meant to be. Apperently actuallly finishing Pointer now.VIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
Naaaah...it must be something else.
A hot girl you say? (and actually, I'm 2 months older, so perhaps YOU'RE the clone).