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it was continued... yet again... to be continued
i placed my hand on the cuts on my stomach. it felt cold and moist. it stung like mad, and yet the pain was bareable some how. i tried to lift my head to see these cold, moist cuts; examine how they needed to be dressed. but i couldnt lift my head, i had no strength left, so weak. i couldnt see these cuts but i could tell they were deep. and to be honest i didnt even know what they were from. but i know what the big hole in my leg was; it was the traces of a bullet, painted red. i tried to clear my mind. i just meditated. for about an hour.
i blinked my eyes several times. oh no... i was awake again. as disapointed i was to find that i hadnt
Devious Journal Entry
THIS IS MY JOKE...MY GIRLFRIEND LOVES IT SO VERY MUCH!!
i was in a jewlers recently, and the was a girl behind the counter, she was caked in makeup and she was just one of those girls who doesnt give a shit what so ever. and the guy in front of us said-
"hi, im looking to buy a crucifix for my nieces christening,"
and the girl behind the counter said- "oh yeah yeah, crucifix...........dya mean a cross?"
"yes a cross!"
"oh well we've got two types of crosses, we've got plain ones or ONES WITH LITTLE MEN ON THEM."
(NOT JESUS LITTLE MEN!!!)
WTF! why the fuck am i proud of this shit???
i actualy dislike this joke intensly...
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To Be Continued...
paralized, on the floor, melting in the soft dirt beneath me.
refreshing yet painful. its funny how two feelings so different
can bring the same sensation. i love it.
the darkness is cooling on my face, as i try to pull myself up
onto the dead, colourless grass. its cold, it brings a tingling
chill to my arms and legs. the frost in the air infecting the cuts
that still remain on my soft, tired skin. it stinging like hell, like
death; an abyss of pain and rejection.
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