Showing posts with label Buzz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buzz. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

WTF!@#*

So, only child stars and prodigies deserve to feel pleasure when they do, openly?

Is Ellen DeGeneres a Perceiver?

I got the message that Ellen DeGeneres thinks I should have reshaped my view of Nell Burton.  I just judge her for what she si sis.

Suggestive

Why do people born around 1957-1960 like to be so suggestive?  They appeal to a dwindling, diminishing, decreasing, devolving crowd.

I figured out why.

Ah yes, what about what I think when I'm not looking?  It's not supposed to affect people.  Maybe, I am mad my dad is born in 1950.  He said he was strong, but I think he was fat.  I have a friend with a really fat dad.  He's made my dad seem weak and like shit, as though he has a weak frame, though they're from New Jersey.  Their daughter is so huge, but she took medicine.  She's as tall as me.  My dad is pretty cool, but I don't know why.  He's a little mean, shitty, yet feared.  I don't know why.  Why do other people think their dads make them more special in comparison to my mom?  WTF does that mean?  How old are these people?  I've never seen a very appealing man|boy born around 1957-1961.  The younger boys, like around my age, are attractive, but that's about it, and the younger ones, just not where I'm from..  I don't give a fuck about people Ellen DeGeneres's age and my aunt.  Oh, well, yes I do like my aunts, but I think other people would like them.  I will not say that I'm crap compared to Ellen DeGeneres!  She keeps thinking I'm crap not that it's a result of where I lived and "how" I'm treated, that I'm the way my parents treat me.  I know with other people I'd be very different if I had them as parents.  It was a big part of our lives all growing up.

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

STIM - U - LA - TION

I think I'm in on the cover that maybe I don't stimulate myself.

I was thinking my life was more normal and that I was into proper stuff, but I think that makes people mad.

I guess for some reason I've been trained to have thoughts and not experiences.

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Wait.  What do I keep finding myself trying to not get stimulated in these abstract, obscure ways?

Why do you have to suggest to me that I'm not white?

You'll just find out that it's not right to prevent me from acting white.