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And isn't it funny I said, that we deceive our selves so easily! Yet he didn't understand. I was so distraught I tell you now!
What a pathetic little religious man that was. Oh religion! Don't even get me started, it makes me want to throw up you know? And not for the reasons you may be thinking no no no, I don't give a damn if you believe in flying spaghetti. It just takes some of the charm our of life I say, thinking you know what's in store if you do this or that like it's some sort of formula for happiness. That idea itself is almost more ridiculous then the promises they make
...almost haha!
I rather like not knowing. Ask me where I'll be in five years or when I'm dead, and I'll tell you in another place during another time and that's as far as I predict. God is like a friend that tells you the end of a joke before you hear the rest, and I have no interest in those type of friends. You on the other hand darling....you I enjoy. Anyways I'm getting off track, you always make me go off track! If you make me wander one more time, I swear I will stop talking, and you know how I am when I stop talking!
I was telling this man that I met a woman who said she lied so much she ended up lying to herself. She cried in front of me, which woman do exhaustedly too much, until I asked her to explain. She told me that love was complete shit.
Now calm down before you say anything good sir!
I know you know me. I certainly took the time to explain to her that she was wrong, and you know how people get when someone tells them that they are wrong. I was not rude in the least though, I simply said that it was funny, that we deceive our selves so easily!
She my friend, understood perfectly, unlike the little man I mentioned before! This woman on my honor was a pleasure I am not used to having, and I shit you not, pretty close to bringing me back from my automatic ticket to hell.
I asked her if she would like a drink, and she said she wanted two. I'm sure you understand that I'm almost incapable of shying away from an opportunity to get drunk, and so I got drunk I'm sorry. She told me her story as we drank though, and let me tell you something, when she said that she lied too much, I think was a bit of an understatement. I will not go into detail now, because it's far too long and we don't have time, and also because it's fuzzy darling you understand yes? But she had got herself into one heck of a situation due to one big lie wrapped up in a lot of little lies. I am good with advice let us both admit, But her troubles were difficult I must say! Non the less I did what I could, or should I say I said what I could, to help her charming yet sorry ass! After what I can only guess was somewhere between an hour or two, she had to get going unfortunately.
She said to me before she left...”Mr. Ree, I fear you have changed my life. I have deceived myself too long.”
And isn't it funny I said...
Isn't it funny?
What a pathetic little religious man that was. Oh religion! Don't even get me started, it makes me want to throw up you know? And not for the reasons you may be thinking no no no, I don't give a damn if you believe in flying spaghetti. It just takes some of the charm our of life I say, thinking you know what's in store if you do this or that like it's some sort of formula for happiness. That idea itself is almost more ridiculous then the promises they make
...almost haha!
I rather like not knowing. Ask me where I'll be in five years or when I'm dead, and I'll tell you in another place during another time and that's as far as I predict. God is like a friend that tells you the end of a joke before you hear the rest, and I have no interest in those type of friends. You on the other hand darling....you I enjoy. Anyways I'm getting off track, you always make me go off track! If you make me wander one more time, I swear I will stop talking, and you know how I am when I stop talking!
I was telling this man that I met a woman who said she lied so much she ended up lying to herself. She cried in front of me, which woman do exhaustedly too much, until I asked her to explain. She told me that love was complete shit.
Now calm down before you say anything good sir!
I know you know me. I certainly took the time to explain to her that she was wrong, and you know how people get when someone tells them that they are wrong. I was not rude in the least though, I simply said that it was funny, that we deceive our selves so easily!
She my friend, understood perfectly, unlike the little man I mentioned before! This woman on my honor was a pleasure I am not used to having, and I shit you not, pretty close to bringing me back from my automatic ticket to hell.
I asked her if she would like a drink, and she said she wanted two. I'm sure you understand that I'm almost incapable of shying away from an opportunity to get drunk, and so I got drunk I'm sorry. She told me her story as we drank though, and let me tell you something, when she said that she lied too much, I think was a bit of an understatement. I will not go into detail now, because it's far too long and we don't have time, and also because it's fuzzy darling you understand yes? But she had got herself into one heck of a situation due to one big lie wrapped up in a lot of little lies. I am good with advice let us both admit, But her troubles were difficult I must say! Non the less I did what I could, or should I say I said what I could, to help her charming yet sorry ass! After what I can only guess was somewhere between an hour or two, she had to get going unfortunately.
She said to me before she left...”Mr. Ree, I fear you have changed my life. I have deceived myself too long.”
And isn't it funny I said...
Isn't it funny?
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they are but cliches
they are but clichés
love,
lover.
we are two of a kind,
halves of a whole,
faces in a crowd.
if we are coffee and cream,
let me be the coffee
since i am darker
and have a passion for café au lait and espresso.
let us not be two socks,
since mismatched things are more beautiful anyways
and socks are to be worn on feet and thrown in corners.
i dont want to be the glove to your hand,
though ill gladly cover you.
id rather have your hand in mine
lace my fingers between yours and hold your warmth.
lets run away,
ill wander
and together we can both be the lust
sleeping under the
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My Weekend at Goldilocks Motel
Once upon a timeless fairytale, I spent a weekend at Goldilocks Motel; Friday through Sunday. To relax, to escape my heartache or some shit. I thought, what the hell, the reviews are decent. Some rated it five stars, some rated it three stars, and some rated it one-star. And I was just feeling lucky.
My first night at Goldilocks Motel, I walked into my room, unpacked and shit, noticing three beds in my room: a little one, a big one, and a medium one. How strange, I mused, considering I was the only one in the room. I tried the little bed first; it was made of sweetness and love. Or, more literally, feathers and sugar. But that did no
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grasp
you taught me
to cuss and to
scream in bed
I taught you
to laugh and to
make lasagna
you made me
yell at football
games
I convinced you
to walk in
the rain
you taught me
to trust my
body
I gave you
confidence in your
emotions
but still we found
that love isnt
always enough
a lesson I wish
we had never
learned
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hmmm different character!