jasmine: g.i. joe ninja flames kamakura!
me: since when are there g.i. joe ninjas?
me: that’s like barbie making middle class citizens
me: plus, g.i. joes are suppose to be
government propaganda to get children to
enlist in the army. i don’t think it’s
realistic for kids to grow up to be ninjas.
me: you can’t even sign up to be a ninja.

somedays i feel like i’m on an episode of the twilight zone. fucking cows that fly everywhere, babies with 5 legs and one beak, feathered bows who speak spanish. i disagree with all the fucking stuff that comes out of your mouth because 80% of it is bullshit and the other 20% is uneducated. i care for strangers more then i do my real friends. do you get an uneasy feeling when your ears start ringing? when i close my eyes at night i can see people looking back at me. i once fell from a swing but landed in a pit of needles and bled to death. that was the best dream of my life. when i was in grade six i use to idolize eric harris.

she stood in the middle of the darkened city streets with a soft white trench coat on. the flickering lamp post illuminated her body in a way i couldn't ignore. her light pink skirt floated gently away from her perfect knees. her skin as pale as ivory tiles and her lips as tender as silk. she fixed her pearl eyes on mine and allowed her hands to dangle by the sides of her shapely hips.

she slowly breathed in and out, the cold air forming around her mouth. i gently placed my arms around her neck, until her breathing became stagnant. ardently, i dropped her to the ground. her eyes lost their glaze and her snow white trench coat blackened with dirt. i gave a loose smile as her skin lost it's silky quality.