Posts tagged ‘imagine’
sometimes, you have to take a deep breath and just dive in. yes, you might drown or encounter some kind of poisonous serpent or a new species of eel with sharp teeth. but imagine the excitement, the accomplishment, the pride you will feel when you find out that your lungs are actually gills and your hands are actually webbed tentacles. so get in there. get in there as fast as you can.
every now and then i give up balloons. it’s never really a planned thing. my body just tells me, “no more fucking balloons roy.” so i listen because i know if i don’t i can get into some deep trouble. when you deal with the kind of balloons i deal with, there is only so much your body can handle before it just shuts down on itself.
if you think this has to do with you then think again man. and that’s where the bible got it really wrong when it comes down to it. the fact that the women came second after the man and shit doesn’t mean that the women were created for the man. a lot of people say that but you know science, real science without the politics, can really change paradigms. what if i told you that if you take a look at a woman’s galaptor cells under a microscope, and you can get this on ebay, you’re going to see without a shadow of a doubt that a woman is related to the modern day entenmann’s softee donut but in a much more concentrated form. to put it in perspective, just one drop of their liquid cinnamon sugar donuts is enough to make three hundred thousand boxes of donuts.
i started i think when i saw rambo 1 or rambo 2. this was when this kind of stuff was on vhs or beta, even before blockbuster. i don’t remember whether it was 1 or 2 but it was the one where he comes out of the fucking side of the earth covered in mud and stabs the guy in the chest. it was just simply amazing. better than the predator even. i want my fucking son to be rambo, too. none of this elmo shit.
“is it real?” she asked.
“of course it is,” she said as she glanced at her friend’s thigh. she hadn’t seen anything like that in a long time. “i’ve seen it work with my own eyes.”
“really?” she said.
“put your hand in this bag. do it real slowly,” she instructed. “and when you’re about to scream, just hold onto my arm right there and everything will be alright.”
















