Showing posts with label Feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Feelings. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

WTF!@#*

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

Your Point?

So, you want to wallow and have me pick you up for no reason?

Tim

So, if my dad is shit and only cares about Nell Burton, I wonder why she's with Tim.

Suggestive

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

My Singing!

Just because you won a part in a movie does not mean that I deserve to be treated like shit.

Ellen DeGeneres thinks that other people don't have any meaning because they are from or related to parents born around 1950.  She also judges people for their hair color!  =0  Then, she'll confide in shit with someone.

I'm tired of Helena Bonham Carter and Italians being so crappy.  She seems to have killed me and condemned my existence and point of living.  She just makes up shit.  She is unclear, and it's dumb.  I get messages from her in the silence, but I've been more mad with Johnny Depp and Tim Burton and her daughter.

I have seen people get mad at me for achieving, even though I'm half Chinese.  How can they have a handle on that?..

So, why is it supposed that Italians and Chinese clash?  The Italians haven't eaten as many noodles.  People are mad that they get along.

Follow-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?