I warn all that enter this page now that there will be lots of random crap and thoughts, just needed somewhere to write them out.




There are so many thoughts that swirl inside someones head, colliding, rebounding or meshing to make new ideas. They never seemed to stop moving, to stop growing in here. These were average thoughts in one person's head, pondering the world they lived in, attempting to philosiphy all of it but never able to get that far. Theories are exploding in here, ideas that wish to burst forth like a gushing fountain... Who broke me?
Just average thoughts, right? A deep throated chuckle broke loose as he stood there, watching people pass below him, they all seemed so tiny so insignificant but he knew they all touched him as he watched them. If you wanted you could squash them from here like the busy little ants they look like but you would be a mass murderer... That would destroy your poor father, huh? Yeah right. He never looks my way after mother died, I look so much like mother... Mother is buried under six feet of solid dirt... I wonder what she looks like now, does she have wings? The thoughts were diminishing, changing to more morbid ones as something internally shifted, yet on the outside nothing changed at all.
Of course not, she would be a rotting skeleton, fumes leaking out of her nasty old coffin as the bugs enjoyed her. We know this to be true but if you want I'll dig her up for you. You know I love a good day of morbidity, a day full of nothing else but that. That was more true than it should be, the figure sitting there smiling crookedly now at the people below, envisioning them as so much less than they seemed and possibly were. There were so many sides to a person... The best one to know this would be the boy sitting on the ledge right now since each emotion had its own personality. Today, he promised himself he would name them all, that would take some work to not make them more upset than some already were.
Naming time! I promised I would name you all today, what do you think of that? There was no waiting for a response, just plowing on through the grumbles and cheers and even the silence some lent him...