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Posted by Happy-Little-Trees - April 25th, 2013


aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh life.
there once was a boy who loved to paint. he loved it so much that colors made him faint. yet he painted anyways. he painted trees, he painted birds, he painted worlds, he painted words. and this is where i stop rhyming. he loved to adventure with his sketchbook and pencils. never ever making one mistake while drawing so he never had an eraser. he went places a lot. he had eyes the color of fresh golden honey that saw the worlds darkness as something of light and beauty. as he grew up he discovered he had adhd as well as dyslexia but he learned to make better of it in just a few months. but then one day he met a girl with long blond hair and a killer smile. he chased her for years giving up his once undying passion for art. he started to play guitar and dressed differently and acted differently. he got her and gave up all form of art for years. one day he found her in bed with another boy. he wanted to kill them both but he stayed silent and went home to paint. he painted all their good times and then burned it all. he repeated the same routine for several months until he met a girl on the bus who was drawing on her arms. a few years later he asked her to marry him. she said yes. she developed brain cancer when she was 4 months pregnant with his child. she knew it would cost a lot to find a temporary cure and they were having a large money problem. she shot herself on the night of their anniversary. he came home from work with a bouquet of her favorite flowers to find her laying in a pool of her own blood and with the gun in her hand. he cried and cried and cried and cried for months. a burning agony growing deep in his chest. one day it burst and he shot himself with the same gun she had used.
based a on true story.

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Comments

I see
It's symbolic
Just like our lives, we are sent out in one direction, among for something
Some hit the target
Some miss
Some backfire in the chamber and never get to be shot
But in this case the gun isn't real note is the bullets
Meaning neither is our lives
My god

i've been shot

hey hey hey guess what!

guess i'll never know

If I took buses, I'd have to take 7 of them. 2 trains Gob knows how many stops (and if I can hear the announcements clearly), and a 4 long block walk, which I haven't done since surgery :P

oh well when have you ever known me to have good ideas? xD

Yes.

when? ._.

That's a lot of mass transit.

that it is

When you made Nick your mango-tango partner ._.

why thanks you. i too belive its an excellent choice lol

Aaahhhhhhhhhh that boosted my self esteem lol

pffttss i love you lol

I love you too rainbow barfer lol

awesome lol

And as my edopted kids, I love youse too lol

lol yer loved too

edopted lol well said Steve

pfftts everyones adopted ._.

That thar's a sad story :l.

you actually read it all? lol

Wasn't really long or anything lol

i know lol but the beginning wasnt really interesting for you to keep reading

Pffts I read things lol

what? lol

Hmm? lol

nothing xD im sure you do read things nick lol

tl,dr :P
busy planning return trip, which is even tighter....
i liek trains?

i glued a buncha wall papers together and sharpie doodled everything i hated for some reason :P and when i couldnt think of anything else for the day i stood up on the table and stared at the things i drew. my face. and everything about me ._. so i(m) added(ing) more things that dont involve me

Nooo nooooo, I'm really illiterate lol

riighht you just violently bang your head on the keyboard and it magically just spells out you were gonna say ._.

Pffts lol I see you remember that xD

i think i altered it a bit lol

Just a little bit but you got the general idea down lolz

i dont remember how it went completely lol

Drawing a 'wanted dead or dead' poster lol? I shouldn't jest, it was probably quite therapeutic.

called it hate paper lol

I violently roll my face over the keyboard and it just happens to form coherent sentences relevant to the conversation lolz

yeah thats it lol

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