Left

I know I am not the most complicated, the smartest, or increasing elaborate person but being ignored or just rejected constanly because I know now all of the steps I took were wrong and have put me in this state then I wish it all away but it never does completely just go.

Turtles

I conceal probally 50% or more precent of my real self into my thoughts because of what people think of me I am glad that I am consider weird most of the time when I am around my friends because it makes me diffrent when I am diffrent it means I have done my job of putting myself out there, though if I am insulted for it, it hurts my self consciouse and I can’t help curling myself into a shell like a turtle and that may just be why I loves turtles so much but I only asume I consider doing so many things as many may think I am just a boring guy to talk to I do think of things but if I don’t like the mental reaction of them I pretty much drop it and say idk or go to one or two word replys

Shoot me

BANG BANG

Charlie Coble

An Eerie Visitor

The scent of gloom and poor had fallen upon the earth; the time of cold was upon them, travel wearing away cloth growth stopped for the years to die. Visiting his old country, he had seen very little change, besides the people reduction. Coming up to the IN he slowly grasped the cold silver plating knob turning it just sluggish with his crippled hand. The man swung to a chair for the relief of his feet and the warmth of the flames captured in stone. Slowly and jaggedly taking off his hood he soon found his face exposed in the light. What show of the man first was his gray bushed beard engulfing his face with little drops of water falling off it, the next exposed was his eyes brown and dark below were long lasting from sleepless nights on the ground of the earth with only a slightly thick blanket from the dead of night.

Consistent with not stopping thought he would go in and out of reality of the world seconds at a time going in and out of reality. He was soon trapped within the cage of dread and regret, from actions that have passed. They were just finishing off and falling asleep as they were holding each other so closely that night with love and romance between the two lovers, but within the next nine months it would be truly a horror story. For the first, three months he was okay slowly becoming pushy and questioning her for another child which she had miss carriage three of the four children which ended up all being girls but one who died inside her early in. This frustrated him as every time he pushed for another try she refused seeing that she didn’t want to go through a horror of a miss carriage again. After many nights of trying, he started to want another to bare him a child, so he planned. The very next month on the fifth night he would take her away from this world, as he did not want to be with one who cannot bare him a rightful aero.

The night was black a ghastly poor was going strong outside pulling his hidden  knife from the left pocket, he swung up for the first strike, it was made swift and fast into her heart without a sound coming from her the blood poured out in streams. Taking the body by the feet, he dragged it to the back of the house he dug a deep gaping gap in the ground summed to be four feet down or so and somewhat of five around it as water filled it up from the rain. A loud splash was heard from the dropping of the body covering it back up from the excess mud he was ready to leave. Grabbing the supplies needed to survive almost a month he gather more over the ten he was running time flew by as he didn’t know of when he last came to the village or liked to. Returning to himself he came to life as the man paid for a room and went to bed, dark as it was the gallons of tears falling outside was new from what was happening.  Sleepy as he was, from his travels he finally closing the dark brown eyes he stared into the pit of darkness

why religion is just that bad

Dont shove a religion down someones throat and don’t test them on there knowledge of it when they have known the facts scents 3rd grade.

Thats 70s show smoke circle :3 need to make one of my own for chillin bro

Having orgasms all over my new book loven it

something wierd happening