walking a thin rope, thinning, turning into string...hoping it doesn't break. Every turn brings the rope to thinning, every word thins the rope faster, walking above the corpse-filled wasteland underneath the rope. No time to grieve, no time to pause. Snapping, the rope breaks and falls. One more body fills the wasteland underneath the ropes. faint whispers speak in the night, telling of what has become, and I fade, into the unknowingly second world Misery bursts through the world, racing through each heart, whipping each person, burning each spark of hope
I'm currently watching a vid of a crazy Italian guy do a Menthos, Coke, Nutella, and Condom experiment. He went bat **** cray cray. I'm seriously laughing my ass off. No offence, Italians.
I was looking for Coke experiments. After the Condom popped, he kept yelling "ITALIA FSJXUEBSTSJ, ITALIA HSUSSUSNSYOAE, ITALIAAAAAAAAAA"