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Posted by: BIGTIME889
omg im so drunk how did i get in this thread sry if makes no sense lol!Posted by: Sgt Peanut
I'm not actually -blam!-, I just hate boobs.
I like to tape strawberries to my tits.
Log number 749
It's 8:47pm on December 13th, 2011... Another time, another day, which I find myself pondering the reason behind these words... "Marvelous Bauble", the words ring in my head throughout the day, they shadow my every move, they cloud my judgment...
I had another sleepless night last night. Rather than catching up on the already lost 15 hours, I spent the entire night writing it over and over and over and over... WHAT DOES IT MEAN? Why for the love of God can I not understand it? Why does it exist? This is not the first time I've been stricken by words.. But for no more than a brief thought. This has been nearly four years of me being benighted. Four long troubled years...
I can no longer find mental solitude in the things that once eased my thoughts... I find myself now trapped in a perpetual downward spiral into insanity as I keep asking "why?" I've looked up the definition of both the words, it doesn't seem to help. Marvelous, something incredible, amazing, hard to believe... And bauble, a cheap flashy "thing". A "Magnificent Object"? Is that all it's supposed to be? It just doesn't sit well, something isn't right, there is something more. It is that thought which has kept me staring at my ceiling, visually writing the words into the texture of my ceiling.
One day I'll understand. One day, the mystery will unveil itself from the shroud of hidden meaning. One day, I'll be sound again...
Til then, this is Boyce, signing out.