The Grandfather Clock Speaks

Everything is too long

(Have this. This was an IM tangent to someone I used to know.) If only life had as much sugar as a McDonald’s tea recklessly dumped into it. Eight tablespoons or some shit. With all that sweetness, everyone would be gloriously happy, and joy could be freely given and taken as another cup could be bought if one could just spare five minutes to stop at a drive-thru. They would pull up to the window and there would be Saint Peter, the electric gates of heaven opening in upon themselves. He would wear both a halo and a visor, and you could have anything you wished. A number seven. A way out of this shit hole with a double espresso shot at second chances. You would pull up and God would hand you the bag himself, and whether he was Yah-Weh, Satan, Buddha or Vishnu, it wouldn’t really matter because all the same he would be required to ask if you wanted ketchup with that. His hands would brush across your palm as he handed you the sticky packet and you figure he must hate his life. Away you go with a bag full of greasy emotions, all disguised as pleasure. No care or thought to where they came from or what they might actually be. This is what you’re drinking. Some fabricated mess of sucrose and water. Go straight to the source and you’ll be there. Fully Organic.

Only things that are long are truly worth accomplishing... except filling out any sort of forms, or watching the original hellsing anime, twas terrible indeed. Life is like an anime. theres always a pervert in a friendship group, parts of your life feel like filler episodes of naruto, some great people have very short lives, such as elfen lied and some live much longer than you wish they would, like naruto once more. or if you prefer, life is like a japanese gameshow. some make it to the end, some give up, but in the end, theirs a lot of tears, sweat and laughter