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The Company of MyselfI'm done with fake friends who just avoid meI prefer the company of myselfI'm done with women who just bring me stressI prefer the company of myselfI'm done with family that don't give a shitI prefer the company of myself
Transportation InflationI live in a strange county.We don't have road, we have electrical tracks. Electric trains go on the track, passing by every hour or so. We all ride the trains to get places. None of us have cars. Gasoline went up to the point that nobody even bothers to drive cars anymore. I suppose that happened in my great-grandfather's day, he still owns a car.The federal government decided that since nobody wanted to use gasoline anymore, they decided to build tracks instead of roads. They owned the railroads, and we can't get anywhere without them. I suppose it's not so bad. But I don't like it when the cost for the fare is too high. I figure that the cost will get too high one of these days, and everyone will stop riding the tracks.Maybe we'll ride bicycles instead.
Old JimTo be honest, I never cared about my education. I already got high marks in my class, so why bother studying more than I had to in order to get the highest marks I could possibly get? Waste of energy, and time for me, both of which I could use hanging out with Old Jim.Old Jim was one of those guys you must've heard about, he would sit at his spot in the park playing saxophone for everyone. Not that he was any good at it, in fact, most of the time people would make fun of the guy for him playing badly. But Old Jim kept on playing his saxophone, he didn't care that not a lot of people liked it. If he liked it, it was good enough for him.I often head on over to the park to listen to Old Jim play, not because I'm a fan of the blues or jazz or stuff like that. Heck, I don't even listen to music all that much. But there's something different about Old Jim and him playing. He didn't play for money, and he didn't care that nobody liked him, he
My Thoughts on EikenWhat does Eiken mean? Nothing apparently, the word has no real meaning aside for being the title of one of the greatest and most fascinating romantic comedy manga ever made. However, looking through the internet, I see it being hated and being labeled as porn nearly everywhere I look and it's led me to where I now say "Bullshit!"One of my hobbies is being a connoisseur of Japanese Pornographic Comics (Or Hentai if you want to be specific about it) and I've read a lot of porn, I know how they are, and Eiken is definitely NOT porn. There's a lot of fanservice in it, but it's NOT porn. If anything, Eiken is kinda like the antithesis of a harem manga and actually seems more realistic than any other harem manga I know. While pretty much every harem manga has the same kind of stock characters you'd expect for a harem manga, Eiken is full of unique, interesting, and actually likable characters.Eiken is about Densuke Mifune, a pretty much invisible boy who gets shanghaied into the eni
Counting DownCounting DownI'm not sure how to tell anyone this, but I can't just keep it to myself anymore. I think that something is seriously wrong with me, and I'm afraid that if I went to see a doctor or a priest about it, they would put me in a mental institute or something because they'd either think I'm crazy or possessed by the Devil or something like that.Anyway, let me start off by saying that up until a few days ago, I did not believe in the supernatural. I knew pretty much all about how psychics are frauds or simply just entertainers, how ghosts and other creatures are mostly just the products of people's superstitions and fears, I even had my doubts about God and religion. But now after all of what's happened with me, I'm not really sure what to believe now.I'll just go out and say it. I can see clocks over people's heads. They're not normal clocks like you would have at home or on your phone or anything like that. They don't real
The SpotThe SpotCourtney Anderson, a very popular student in her respective school thanks to her natural beauty and being an early bloomer. Like many girls in her position, she spent her daily life outside of class by climbing higher on the student hierarchy by way of stomping down on her fellow students, preying on their insecurities and low self-esteem. One of her most favorite targets was a quiet girl named Karen Cole, who spent most of her off time reading in the library. One day, during lunch hour, Courtney and her group of friends walked into the school's library and surrounded Karen from all sides. Courtney then took the book Karen was reading, and laughed as Karen asked for it back. Courtney then had more fun, as she ripped pages out of the book and her friends laughed as Karen begged them to stop. Courtney then threw the book on the floor, and as Karen went to pick it up, Courtney pulled down Karen's skirt to show off to everyone that Karen wore men's boxers, h