Infinity Clarity.

So, I fell asleep while there were drills in my mouth.

I went to the dentist’s today, and I had some things done, no big deal. You can’t even tell that I had anything done without me telling you. You could maybe notice that the right side of my mouth doesn’t move, but I make weird faces all the time. Like, all the time. You wouldn’t even notice.

But anyway, they were drilling away at my mouth and I don’t know. Something about lying down in the comfiest of dentist’s chairs, and the light burning into your eyes, and the rhythmic sounds of the drill. It got to me, and I began to doze off. I think my imagination had a big part in my downfall. I’d begin to imagine some stuff, like unicorns or whatever, and then I’d dream about it, and then the horns of the unicorns began to spin and then they’d charge at me, and I’d be dying because drills would be going crazy, cutting up my mouth like it was Saw IX or something.

Nothing bad actually happened. All I got was a small nick on the corner of my mouth. A great addition to my manly collection of battle scars.

Infinity Clarity

So, I finally changed my URL.

Enjoy it as much as I do, please.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

So, the one day that you’re supposed to spend with someone special, I spent alone.

And not, like, alone like people without a date. I didn’t leave my empty house at all.

I was sick on Valentine’s Day.

So, when I kill a bug, I sometimes think that they’ll be reincarnated straight away. Now, the shit thing about that is that that bug probably didn’t do anything wrong, seeing as it was a small, harmless spider.

So, that bug will be reincarnated into something big and murder the shit out of me.

So, a person gets hit by a car.

You know nothing about the situation of the event, whether or not that person was in the wrong, but it doesn’t matter, because they went to hospital anyway, and they still had cuts and bruises. You should feel sorry. If you don’t know this person, you still feel bad for them. An accident is an accident is an accident. Itshouldn’tmatter.

But what if I knew this person and I don’t really care much for them? They get hit by a car, and maybe they die, and I wouldn’t care. Does that make me a bad person? Because I know that this person doesn’t give a shit about me at all, so why care if they get hit by a car? It’s not like this person has ever done anything for me, and I never expect them to do anything for me. Had this person passed away because of the accident, sure, I’ll feel bad for the family. There’s no reason why I should have anything against their family just because their child was shit.

I bring this up because someone at school asked me to sign a card for a kid that got hit by a car, and I laughed at the idea, rather rudely.

“I sure as hell don’t give a shit.”

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I actually checked that iuuirghh’s and they’re all the same. Not impressed.

So, I live a life of organised stupid.

Let the haters do their things.