( z+ ) threads contain the following commonalities,
– they tend to be funny
– they tend to be creative
– they have no inherent value other than to share something creative
so, if you want to post something random, like a picture, a limerick, short story, essay, intriguing observation,
please do so below, and join the pointlessness of ( z+ ) conversations
You know, this is pretty creative.
The “all things random” slow chat.
@tine, i’ll bite.
A few years ago, I fell on some really bad times. It was the low point in my life, really. I was involved in a pretty bad accident, that deformed most of my face, made me walk with a limp, and gave me burns over most visable parts of my body. I lost my job, and couldnt find work. People told me it was due to the bad economy, but I knew it was because I was hideous.
I almost hit rock bottom when a good friend of mine from highschool said he had a job for me. It was a fitting job, because I didnt have to work with anyone and didnt interact with people all that often at all. It was a night time security position at a factory my friend worked at. The first couple of weeks were great, I had a lot of down time, and got to keep to myself mostly. All I had to do was get rid of pesky tresspasers, which was easy because they all ran away after seeing my deformed figure. When they saw me, they acted like I was a monster, or something.
I finally got to a good place in my life, when a bunch of pesky kids started to ruin my life. They would keep coming around, trying to do god knows what. But I had a job, and I was determined to do it well. So everytime they came around, I would try my hardest to get rid of them. We had quite a few run ins, which resulted in great chases around the complex, in and out of rooms and all around.
They were a bizarre group of kids. Looked like a bunch of hippies really, and a couple of them just always looked stoned and scared. I swear I felt like they drugged me a couple of times, because they had a dog with them who I swear could talk. A week into our constant run ins, they finally got the best of me and caught me in a fish net that fell from above(im still embbarased about that one). To add insult to injury, they tried rip my face off thinking it was a mask.
Turns out my friend who got me the job was lying to me the whole time, and using me as a ploy in his plot to rob the factory. I was arrested and charge with aiding and abbetting and given 5 years in prison. Am I sad about the whole thing? Not really, mostly just mad. I would have gotten away with it too, if it wasnt for those pesky kids. And their stupid dog, too.
CRAZY!! CRAZY!! WE SHOULD BE HOSPITALIZED AND DRUGGED UP!! THEN STRAIGHTENED OUT WITH STRAIGHT JACKETS AND THOUGHT TRAINING “That kubrick movie style, the mechanical orange or what it is called) GOD DAMMIT!!
you are being very abstract and vague, please explain what you mean when you say that “what?” holds no universal value, what sort of value does it hold? what do you mean when you say that “what” holds no “value”?
if -what- were a -can of tuna-, and -universal- was a -baseball bat-, the -baseball bat- will break the -can of tuna-, this means that an orange brutal rape scene might actually be required to disallow the -baseball bat- from breaking the -can of tuna-, giving -what- value instead of being smashed to smithereens.
This song is a rough version of a song I wrote awhile ago. I was playing around with the idea of being in an internal hell, and traveling through the parts of self that were once overlooked… Check it out..
This one, I wrote with the idea of the Apple of Eden in my mind. If you want me to elaborate on it, let me know. :)
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@tine, mine was more confusing :P
still i do not want to simulate a fucking stereotype, i do not know what the fuck if anything fucking happened but i`m in love with it, it`s so full , so wholy, it`s nice. And i`m bullshitting because i cannot recreate reality, i am just pointing at something, trying to tell you that there is BEAUTY!!!