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En102017

modernpoetry

politicalcommentary


If I ever got famous for writing something, it’d be a translation of the feeling of pronoia turning into paranoia, or vice versa. It’s this feeling that’s like… always hanging out on the outskirts of my mind, bumming cigarettes and busking out there, you know? And sometimes it gets up the money to go into the city of my mind and it performs there in the comedy clubs, and the people, they just eat that shit up, and it’s a good time until everyone gets sick of him and they throw him back outta town. And this feeling is always the same, paranoia or pronoia, but it’s awful, it grips my whole body and there’s this feeling, like I just know all these problems I’m having aren’t real, but they’re there and these delusions I’m having aren’t real and I know they aren’t real but boy oh boy am I going to have to have to learn to live with the fact that while they were happening they were real, they were real to me and I have to live with the fact that I had these ideas. Sometimes while in the grips of these feelings that haunt me, they change. I go from imagining all this horrible shit, that every single fucking blade of grass is staring at me in their own right, and it changes, it goes from the grass eyeing me nervously, waiting for me to pull a fucking knife, to loving me, and the grass is still there and it’s staring but now they’re hiding rainbows and unicorns, they love me, these blades of grass, and they want me to be happy, and all this bubbly fucking nonsense boils over and I’m filled with joy so sweet it hurts, it makes me sick, and now even I’m vomiting rainbows. We’re all vomiting rainbows together, and it is, in fact, together that we will go down in history as happy people that everything went right for. It sucks. It sucks and I feel sick.

En102017

onlinecomedy

literatures


If I ever got famous for writing something, it’d be a translation of the feeling of pronoia turning into paranoia, or vice versa. It’s this feeling that’s like… always hanging out on the outskirts of my mind, bumming cigarettes and busking out there, you know? And sometimes it gets up the money to go into the city of my mind and it performs there in the comedy clubs, and the people, they just eat that shit up, and it’s a good time until everyone gets sick of him and they throw him back outta town. And this feeling is always the same, paranoia or pronoia, but it’s awful, it grips my whole body and there’s this feeling, like I just know all these problems I’m having aren’t real, but they’re there and these delusions I’m having aren’t real and I know they aren’t real but boy oh boy am I going to have to have to learn to live with the fact that while they were happening they were real, they were real to me and I have to live with the fact that I had these ideas. Sometimes while in the grips of these feelings that haunt me, they change. I go from imagining all this horrible shit, that every single fucking blade of grass is staring at me in their own right, and it changes, it goes from the grass eyeing me nervously, waiting for me to pull a fucking knife, to loving me, and the grass is still there and it’s staring but now they’re hiding rainbows and unicorns, they love me, these blades of grass, and they want me to be happy, and all this bubbly fucking nonsense boils over and I’m filled with joy so sweet it hurts, it makes me sick, and now even I’m vomiting rainbows. We’re all vomiting rainbows together, and it is, in fact, together that we will go down in history as happy people that everything went right for. It sucks. It sucks and I feel sick.

En102017

shortstories

anarchistpolitics


If I ever got famous for writing something, it’d be a translation of the feeling of pronoia turning into paranoia, or vice versa. It’s this feeling that’s like… always hanging out on the outskirts of my mind, bumming cigarettes and busking out there, you know? And sometimes it gets up the money to go into the city of my mind and it performs there in the comedy clubs, and the people, they just eat that shit up, and it’s a good time until everyone gets sick of him and they throw him back outta town. And this feeling is always the same, paranoia or pronoia, but it’s awful, it grips my whole body and there’s this feeling, like I just know all these problems I’m having aren’t real, but they’re there and these delusions I’m having aren’t real and I know they aren’t real but boy oh boy am I going to have to have to learn to live with the fact that while they were happening they were real, they were real to me and I have to live with the fact that I had these ideas. Sometimes while in the grips of these feelings that haunt me, they change. I go from imagining all this horrible shit, that every single fucking blade of grass is staring at me in their own right, and it changes, it goes from the grass eyeing me nervously, waiting for me to pull a fucking knife, to loving me, and the grass is still there and it’s staring but now they’re hiding rainbows and unicorns, they love me, these blades of grass, and they want me to be happy, and all this bubbly fucking nonsense boils over and I’m filled with joy so sweet it hurts, it makes me sick, and now even I’m vomiting rainbows. We’re all vomiting rainbows together, and it is, in fact, together that we will go down in history as happy people that everything went right for. It sucks. It sucks and I feel sick.

En082017

ripstik electric

ripstik skateboard


Ah, the Vigorboard, Caster Board, Waveboard or Ripstik (some many names), the board that makes you feel like you’re surfing on concrete, whatever you want to call it…


…This thing is… ridiculously fun!


Is the Ripster for you?


The Ripster is small in comparison to the other Ripstiks boards. This version is more so meant for kids, it’s lightweight, small and the weight capacity is 170 pounds.


If you’re an teen or and adult you should check out the Ripstik Caster here.

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