This is something I wrote a long-ass time ago I reread it today and laughed my ass off. It's hillarious, and I think I was onto something. I just can't remember what. I'll get more relics from my past later.
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Finally got my Guild wars. Is not so bad a game, that 'un their. hahaha. typlo. lo. and behold. get owned. listening to some butt munchies. signing in. oh damn. its recorded history. recorded? i rate bob marley. he got some mad smoove toones. thats good stuff. mr. marley. you would think. but by god! youve got to get mad! youve got to say wait a goddammened minute. I'm a human being dammit! every night. we need to think like this, people. the government is our enemy. we need to see through our doubt. we need to look not to iraq, but to ourselves. We've got to look at aourselves. weve got to say, I'ma human being godammit! I'm going to fight! and realize the strenght that we the people have. I propose a self governing. no. we need to go back to the medieval trade system. barter and gold. it works out better. we sould have a different system too. self governing, perhaps. every single person is responsible for his actions, and those of the ones around him. and if he chooses wrongly, then he sould be payed falsly by his neighbors. no. thats like an honor system. what would be better than that? whats a better leader system than that? communism? laughable. it cant work. plus, thats economic only. i need leader system. howzabout... not council, theyll only quarrel. holy shit. i just got a great idea for a book. a guy, far in the futuure, say, about 2 or 3 thousand years. and say, this lad, in the year 3000-4000 CE suddenly stumbles upon an object, an artifact. one touch upon this artifact, he is suddenly plunged into multiple realities one at a time. these realities reveal to him what his year and time would be like if another system of government (ie, monarchy, dictatorship
, olligarchy, senate, theocracy) had become world wide, rather than democracy. after dying in each, he is transported to the next. thus, he expieriences a day in the life of each reality, experiencing many things in each, thus gaining a view at the the lives of each economic class (he has to be in a very noble life, or rise to one, like krispos, for each.) he explores eeach economic class and is killed some how at the end of each (I had an idea: for the monarchy one, he can be way in the downclass side of the planet, and an old leper woman begging for coins latches onto him. after kicking her off, he notices teh scratch marks on his arms. Thus the nobleboy is struck leper. i will now have a long section describing the slow process of dying from leprosy. it will be long, and sad, and painful, and it will make you cry. at the end. it will be sad.) anyway, at the end of each in a battle or something, or something. the beginning will be instant. as soon as he dies, he awakens on a bed, or cot, or something, in the next life. So his lives in each story are going to be like awakening from a very deep sleep. in the next life.
at the end, he will be returned to his body, in his own reality,only he is in a hospital, after just being hit by a car (the object was in the middle of the road).
zomg. the leper scene. I'm going to do it so well. the audience will be sad, and disgusted, and wont be able to breath, cause its amazing. this will be after a few of the other stories, most definitely third or fourth. after a few days in the life of a noble, he recieves word from his nobleman father that the army is mobilizing for war. he will be enlisted in the army, at his father's will ( something about honor and duty.) . he will go willingly, because he must uphold his honor, noble young men in this society are always expected to go to war. when marching through the peasant district, an old leprous beggar woman crawls to his leg, and pulls, begging for money. he slaps at her until she lets go, feeling a barely perceptible pain in his leg where she had grabbed him. he finds out later, after he is out of his armor, and at camp, that it is a scratch mark on his leg from the leprous woman. (in thsi society, cures for leprousy have not been researched, because no king ever saw the matter as much of an importance. ) he is full of despair. he cries out to his companions, denying that he was scratched, but they know the truth. the proceeding passages describe the bleeding and other attempts at cures the men tried on him. none of it works. after a few days on teh trail,, he starts to notice that his toes don't feel cold. as this feeling start to spread, he is talking to his friends, and accidentally lets slip that he doesn't feel cold at all. they are all shocked. they know now. he is shunned, and forced to make the journey back, alone. at home, he is forced to walk through all of the suburbs, all of the poor districts, all teh beggars to get to his house. he makes it there, and the next few chapters describe his rotting process. his father atttempts to fund this process at first, throwing everything he owned to the scientists to research a cure. it is thanks to this that he goes bankrupteventually. banished to the peasants world,, he is forced to stay in a closed off district of town, reserved for lepers. he is kept in a darkened room, watching himself die slowly, piece by piece. to be begun after my current book. it will be so much fun to write it. pullitzer prize, baby!
Zomg the economy. thats standards. teh creakin chirpits. they crickiety crockety. o fucks and balls. you lie. you lied to teh colony. doom and biscuits. thats a lamp fulla shells. they came from the sea. like the black lagoon. thatsthe shit. revvy a shootemup. damn. she too cool. nick. now that he finally got a chance to get high, he decides it would be a bad idea. he's totally content to live under his parents wing.
meh. new thought
Dinosaurs. maybe their skeletons were put together wrong? what if the T rex should have a really long neck,Finally got my Guild wars. Is not so bad a game, that 'un their. hahaha. typlo. lo. and behold. get owned. listening to some butt munchies. signing in. oh damn. its recorded history. recorded? i rate bob marley. he got some mad smoove toones. thats good stuff. mr. marley. you would think. but by god! youve got to get mad! youve got to say wait a goddammened minute. I'm a human being dammit! every night. we need to think like this, people. the government is our enemy. we need to see through our doubt. we need to look not to iraq, but to ourselves. We've got to look at aourselves. weve got to say, I'ma human being godammit! I'm going to fight! and realize the strenght that we the people have. I propose a self governing. no. we need to go back to the medieval trade system. barter and gold. it works out better. we sould have a different system too. self governing, perhaps. every single person is responsible for his actions, and those of the ones around him. and if he chooses wrongly, then he sould be payed falsly by his neighbors. no. thats like an honor system. what would be better than that? whats a better leader system than that? communism? laughable. it cant work. plus, thats economic only. i need leader system. howzabout... not council, theyll only quarrel. holy shit. i just got a great idea for a book. a guy, far in the futuure, say, about 2 or 3 thousand years. and say, this lad, in the year 3000-4000 CE suddenly stumbles upon an object, an artifact. one touch upon this artifact, he is suddenly plunged into multiple realities one at a time. these realities reveal to him what his year and time would be like if another system of government (ie, monarchy, dictatorship
, olligarchy, senate, theocracy) had become world wide, rather than democracy. after dying in each, he is transported to the next. thus, he expieriences a day in the life of each reality, experiencing many things in each, thus gaining a view at the the lives of each economic class (he has to be in a very noble life, or rise to one, like krispos, for each.) he explores eeach economic class and is killed some how at the end of each (I had an idea: for the monarchy one, he can be way in the downclass side of the planet, and an old leper woman begging for coins latches onto him. after kicking her off, he notices teh scratch marks on his arms. Thus the nobleboy is struck leper. i will now have a long section describing the slow process of dying from leprosy. it will be long, and sad, and painful, and it will make you cry. at the end. it will be sad.) anyway, at the end of each in a battle or something, or something. the beginning will be instant. as soon as he dies, he awakens on a bed, or cot, or something, in the next life. So his lives in each story are going to be like awakening from a very deep sleep. in the next life.
at the end, he will be returned to his body, in his own reality,only he is in a hospital, after just being hit by a car (the object was in the middle of the road).
zomg. the leper scene. I'm going to do it so well. the audience will be sad, and disgusted, and wont be able to breath, cause its amazing. this will be after a few of the other stories, most definitely third or fourth. after a few days in the life of a noble, he recieves word from his nobleman father that the army is mobilizing for war. he will be enlisted in the army, at his father's will ( something about honor and duty.) . he will go willingly, because he must uphold his honor, noble young men in this society are always expected to go to war. when marching through the peasant district, an old leprous beggar woman crawls to his leg, and pulls, begging for money. he slaps at her until she lets go, feeling a barely perceptible pain in his leg where she had grabbed him. he finds out later, after he is out of his armor, and at camp, that it is a scratch mark on his leg from the leprous woman. (in thsi society, cures for leprousy have not been researched, because no king ever saw the matter as much of an importance. ) he is full of despair. he cries out to his companions, denying that he was scratched, but they know the truth. the proceeding passages describe the bleeding and other attempts at cures the men tried on him. none of it works. after a few days on teh trail,, he starts to notice that his toes don't feel cold. as this feeling start to spread, he is talking to his friends, and accidentally lets slip that he doesn't feel cold at all. they are all shocked. they know now. he is shunned, and forced to make the journey back, alone. at home, he is forced to walk through all of the suburbs, all of the poor districts, all teh beggars to get to his house. he makes it there, and the next few chapters describe his rotting process. his father atttempts to fund this process at first, throwing everything he owned to the scientists to research a cure. it is thanks to this that he goes bankrupteventually. banished to the peasants world,, he is forced to stay in a closed off district of town, reserved for lepers. he is kept in a darkened room, watching himself die slowly, piece by piece. to be begun after my current book. it will be so much fun to write it. pullitzer prize, baby!
Zomg the economy. thats standards. teh creakin chirpits. they crickiety crockety. o fucks and balls. you lie. you lied to teh colony. doom and biscuits. thats a lamp fulla shells. they came from the sea. like the black lagoon. thatsthe shit. revvy a shootemup. damn. she too cool. nick. now that he finally got a chance to get high, he decides it would be a bad idea. he's totally content to live under his parents wing.
meh. new thought
Dinosaurs. maybe their skeletons were put together wrong? what if the T rex should have a really long neck, and the brontosaurus had a head on a raptors body? how strange.
shoo fly. and the brontosaurus had a head on a raptors body? how strange.
shoo fly.
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