You also know that they know nothing of how lucky they are to be able to share that little moment with each other and that they take it for granted as they all assume that there will be plenty more to come. We the unlucky ones, We the gifted few, We the select who can not live our lives in the bliss that is ignorance are force to watch from the side lines as the so-called normal people enjoy life to the fullest.

If we are truly so much better then the average person then why is it that we are left in the cold while the world moves round? these people care not what will happen in the next 15 years heck these people dont even care what about what could happen in a week. so why are we forced to suffer alone, why must we be the ones to have to look forward and into the future? and lastly why should we care about the so-called “normal” people?

All i am saying is that there really needs to be a change in the way things work around here and i think the first thing that needs to be changed is society’s definition of the word normal!

ok so you ask your parents and they will tell you that back in the day 25 cents got you into the movies a popcorn and a drink and your choice of ether a chocolate bar or some ice cream.  and wow would that be nice now a days, but even though 25 cents gets you maybe one gum you have got the remember back when 5$ got you two slices of pizza and a pop, where now your lucky to get the slice let alow the pop.

and even 4 years ago the no name hotdogs were sold at $1.19, Mr. noodles were 25 cents each and to go see a movie was just under $15 (snacks and all)

now its 35-39 cents for a pack of noodles, over $20 for a movie(snacks and all) and hotdogs are three fucking dollars plus tax. that is fucked up i mean its made of the meat they were going to toss out anyway

any way so thats my inflation rant im sick of higher prices im sick of 2 dollar bread and 3 dollar hot dogs  both of which taste like shit any way… i mean if you’re going to raise the fucking prices for gods sake increase the fucking quality of the product i would have no problem paying 2 bucks for bread if it tasted like fresh home-baked bread like your grand mother used to give you with that hot steaming bowl of stew or chilly you know the type of bread… the kind that came 3 inches thick still warm and fluffy with butter melting into it.

I will leave you with that memory.

Ok so i would think a more common first post would be a little something about the author…me.

So i guess i owe who ever may be reading this a bio or stats or something… so.

Str:10             Int:16

Dex:12           Wis:18

Con:14           Cha:16

lol ok so D&D joking aside im 6’4 around 270lb have almost no upper body strength at all (like most geeks) i work at a crappy call center selling lady’s clothing.  short dirty blonde hair, brown eyes that always seem to have a bit of mirth in them even when in down.

umm im craze or hyper sane one or the other, I like D&D (but not DMing even if i am one) playing Yu-Gi-Oh (though now it only seems in video game styling). Im a big fantasy geek i love Jordan, Wiest, feist and Duncan(all authors and if you dont know of what books you should be shot.) I am also in love with anime and my top five are, elven liad, hellsing(old), loveless, gravitation and the final fantasy anaime.

umm speaking of the FF’s. since every one must know my pick out of the most fought over three go IX, VII, and VIII, nine had way more replay to it then the other two seven had the one wing angel and i never did manage to beat eights card game.(fuck you cid)

Random facts:

hmmm i dont larp or cosplay though if i ever got the chance i would.

I think fanfics are dumb(why the fuck does Harry have to be fuck up the ass but Draco. What the fuck was wrong with the real book, besides the ending.)

I wish i could draw but im not very good.

fourth edition sucks hard(enough said there)

82 year old 1-3x black lady’s should not be looking for two piece bathing suits (ya i know nasty right.)

While riding my bike i have been hit eleven times by cars (i have since given up biking)

I see the world from three points of view the pessimist the optimist and the realist and so the worlds kinda boring (i think we need a war or something)

IRL i am a master of chaos magic(k) and magical thearoy (in other words i am a chaos magician and follow the teaching of the occult and proud to call my self a member of the Sons of Chaos)

umm so ya if any one other them my friends read this leave a comment or something, though i dont thing im being read just yet.

thats me.

I wonder to my self what is it that i wake up for every morning, what drives me to go to work every night and what is it that compels me to keep up this facade to keep this smiling face on day in and day out. (and more importantly what keeps me from cracking or wearing out under these conditions.)

So i keep on trudging on through the rut I have worn, digging my self a deeper and deeper trench never knowing why I i pace the same pattern, not knowing where i start or where I will end.

I trek on through the maze i have worn into the ground searching for the exit sign, knowing full well that the door is out of service.

Joy seems but a faded memory, a glimmer in the far off past oh sure the face i wear laughs and enjoys its self but I can not be fooled by the act, I know the difference.

Anger, Joy, sorrow emotion its self seems a thing long forgotten, and though i masquerade the jolly fool… i feel the tear drop wet the paint upon my face, a single streak of flush shows through.  It shows im still there,  buried beneth miles of mime.

And with that single little drip, the dams break loss by tides of joy, and from deep with in wells up a flood of tears that wash a way those unseen globes, of  makeup, mask and paint.

Now i awaken to find, trench turned grave. and though i now have the will to fight i do not have the power of flight. So spade in hand make some steps, I dig up and outwards.