battle with my conscience
"the reality is, i'm not feelin like myself, would you know why?"
'let's see if you ask me, maybe it's just you having some kind of a problem?'
" i know that you stupid fool i'm asking specifically..like somehow, suddenly like bordering on a depression, anxiety and loneliness triad..but i try to find somethin' to justify this state but they go round and round and never return, like the evaporated into thin air, and even if i blame someone/something cupable for this shitiness, i don't get better, am i tryin' to tell myself something here you? they say you should listen to yourself, you know!!"
'oh really what kind of a bloody condition is that, you're haboring on ur feelings and trying to explain the circumstances but it just seems to go spinnin' like some freakin' carousel, that it? hmmmm...i see man but i still don't get the point though...do you mind breakin' it down for me?'
"sheesh man, talk bout being myself here, like hello!, you're the conscience here...YOU're supposed to tell me!! like i'm after all the victim of your doing...so..yah"
'listen dude, i think you got it wrong here, like i'm ur CONSCIENCE...you use me to make decisions not tell problems..u noe, like "omigod, should i get the blue bear or the brown bear...hmmm lets see my CONSCIENCE (see where i come in) tell me that i should get the brown one cause it MAKES SENSE" dude'
"hey, then how do i solve my problems then? don't i need to make decisions to plan out what i should? huh? then what are you for if i cant tell you my problems? huh? huh? ok here's the deal right now i'm not in the mood for this right now...cause i dont need no conscience-for-a-bastard at the moment....so beat it"
'pheww...thank god for that...(whisper) stupid bafoonic moronic bitch'
"what did you say?. i heard that...!!"
'nothing..i said i thought cupid pick a chronic itch since valentine's coming and you don't have a date,maybe he's gettin' an MC..so tough luck eh'
"why you....i heard it loud and clear..you called me a bitch! you..you....you...insensitive, conscienceless conscience!!"
'why thank you...thank you pleasures all mine...'
"you....wait till i get my hands on you!! you just wait till i get a bright idea on what to do with you!!"
'you forgot i can access all ur ideas..hahahaha(evil)..and u'll be worthless besides i influence ur decisions and i can make it work against u whatever the idea is....muahahaha(evil-er)'
"arrrgghhhhh....."
.....to be continued
'let's see if you ask me, maybe it's just you having some kind of a problem?'
" i know that you stupid fool i'm asking specifically..like somehow, suddenly like bordering on a depression, anxiety and loneliness triad..but i try to find somethin' to justify this state but they go round and round and never return, like the evaporated into thin air, and even if i blame someone/something cupable for this shitiness, i don't get better, am i tryin' to tell myself something here you? they say you should listen to yourself, you know!!"
'oh really what kind of a bloody condition is that, you're haboring on ur feelings and trying to explain the circumstances but it just seems to go spinnin' like some freakin' carousel, that it? hmmmm...i see man but i still don't get the point though...do you mind breakin' it down for me?'
"sheesh man, talk bout being myself here, like hello!, you're the conscience here...YOU're supposed to tell me!! like i'm after all the victim of your doing...so..yah"
'listen dude, i think you got it wrong here, like i'm ur CONSCIENCE...you use me to make decisions not tell problems..u noe, like "omigod, should i get the blue bear or the brown bear...hmmm lets see my CONSCIENCE (see where i come in) tell me that i should get the brown one cause it MAKES SENSE" dude'
"hey, then how do i solve my problems then? don't i need to make decisions to plan out what i should? huh? then what are you for if i cant tell you my problems? huh? huh? ok here's the deal right now i'm not in the mood for this right now...cause i dont need no conscience-for-a-bastard at the moment....so beat it"
'pheww...thank god for that...(whisper) stupid bafoonic moronic bitch'
"what did you say?. i heard that...!!"
'nothing..i said i thought cupid pick a chronic itch since valentine's coming and you don't have a date,maybe he's gettin' an MC..so tough luck eh'
"why you....i heard it loud and clear..you called me a bitch! you..you....you...insensitive, conscienceless conscience!!"
'why thank you...thank you pleasures all mine...'
"you....wait till i get my hands on you!! you just wait till i get a bright idea on what to do with you!!"
'you forgot i can access all ur ideas..hahahaha(evil)..and u'll be worthless besides i influence ur decisions and i can make it work against u whatever the idea is....muahahaha(evil-er)'
"arrrgghhhhh....."
.....to be continued
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