Sociopath!

it's fun to be one of the only people in the world that can see right through them. They know what they said...Didn't want to be.... but I was right. I will always be better off. Drunks do well taking to dead people, you're not the first in my experience. (I can do it sober) Try not to kill anymore families because you don't like the way they support themselves. To bad you can't see that where you're from made you the way you are....

An Indian....

"You guys gonna get married Cathy?" he asked sitting next to her at the kitchen table. "James why'd you think that?" replied Cathy bitterly.  They both sat watching him outside. He was playing with her two children. "James! you know damn well I could never do that!" she looked up at her older brother, eyes wide. The sunshine in the dinning room was warn, the light came through in rays shaded and contrasted by the smoke of Cathy's smoldering Marlboro Menthol lights. She tapped the ashes off with rapid strokes of her middle finder. It made him laugh, she was all twitchy. "You actually love him" he said astonished. She looked down at the table.
"He's a good man, that's for sure" James said agreeing that their union would probably be a good one. "What does Jack say about all this?" he asked. "Jack!" Cathy shouted. "Fuck Jack!" she insisted, repeating the words in a frenzy. "Fuck Jack, Fuck Jack, Fuck Jack!". He just looked at her, and groaned "You're delusional!" he was right. Her marriage to Jack still existed. "Edward's only Twenty Three" she said, pulling a second king size smoke out of the package. "You got two kids Cathy" they both stopped and looked, "Nick's turning nine in two weeks" he smiled "two weeks, Cathy" he stopped, turned to look at the kids "you've been clean for almost ten years!" he looked back at her with loving open eyes "I'm so proud of you." Cathy just sat and smoked her menthol cigarette. The clouds of smoke could be seen thick curling around her. "I can't afford a divorce James" she said beginning to feel tiered. "Whatever, Cathy, do you actually love this guy?" he asked solemnly. "Yes" she answered sincerely. Her finger tapped the table nervously, "Jack's not gonna want them but he's gonna want something" her eyes darted around the room, through the smoke as she spoke. "Edie's only Twenty Three? really? Cathy!" he said smiling again. "God I'd love to find a lover almost half my age" he said. "God Cathy I'm almost forty eight years old!" the tone in his voice surrounded them both. "Dad was fifty two when he died" he stopped to chuckle "from a Fucking heart attack!" They both drew out a small laugh. "O.k so who cares that he's so much younger then you. And fuck the fact that your cheating on Jack, What's it like fucking

Utonia the largest body of water here on her home.

Over the tide she could see him standing on the solid ground. The two were dreaming together, when he stood out on the peers late at night watching over the currents, waiting for the second arrival. The water was changing again, like it did those many years ago. The night the child was brought and given to him was the most horrifying day in Arron's life. He was only just an inkling out of the water. His father had decided to leave his mother behind. Their connection had been malfunctioning under the burden of the pollution caused by female reproductive behaviors. The electrolights were becoming inactive. There seemed to be a virus and it caused the boys to back out and breath.
Arron was a magnificent swimmer and above all in his colony  he was a superior specimen. He could run, and he could run fast. It was visible immediately, the moment he left the water. She knew the day he stepped out into the Booplonian Sun in that open air  that the only way his elders were going to allow him to see her was if she stepped out of the abyss. The island cities were built in honor of the Child, but it was Arron that held it all together.
The night Abuk was dropped into his presence was terrifyingly liberating in that it made him aware that there was reason for everything, and that he was chosen for a purpose.
"I was lucky the beast chose this planet and that he bestowed me with the burden" Arron spoke openly at the peak of the dock. His voice was heard by her deep in the bowls of the breath of her home. The reflection of the stars off the water made the universe seem so vivid, the way the liquid behaved, reflecting one endless space with the depths of their sea. Arron was destined to be separated from her. They both sat yearning for one another. She felt it in at the bottom of a bottomless Ocean.

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Over the past several centuries the Booplonians have developed a lot of telepathic abilities. There were times over the years before the child was delivered to them, that the people of the planet were in complete darkness. Those were the times that they evolved a way of communicating, to connect without a connection. Booplonians can reflect their own thoughts to one another, and it's because of this link that the planet once out of  "Mercky times" collapsed culturally and reproductively.  Individuals realized what they were talking too in their minds appeared to have non of the graces that their minds were lead to believe the other possessed physically.

"Horror"...repeated!

As the boy grew, the masculine Booplonians began to adapt to cater to the being. The boy was dubbed King Abuk, and as he grew the world around him began to change. The Blooplonians were much smaller then their King Abuk, by twelve years old he began to tower over even the biggest aboriginal. Over time the planet and it's people had evolved into a civilization that supported and sustained Abuk, the alien ruler.
Abuk, bringing with him the inherent savage characteristics of any human child relished in his divinity. He demanded that his people adore him without measure. Once, after having fallen and scraping his knee raw, King Abuk demanded the names of the people who lived on the rock where he had fellen. The family of young land Blooplonians were reluctantly identified by the locals as the Rockefeller's. King Abuk sent the family of mostly miners to live next to the water to wait on the water fairing species of Booblonia.
The two kinds of Blooponians were never happy when they were forced to be in that close of proximity to one another. But since the King was such a young and naive leader he often enjoyed to torment, he caused the planet and its inhabitants much discomfort and ruled like an ignorant child. Both the land and water beings of Blooplonia instituted themselves to making the life of King Abuk the and all and be all of Booplonia, his life gave their life meaning.

The Orkd

The story goes that there was this "coming" way, way back in the past, when the islands of Booplo were beginning to form, when the Booplonians lived in harmony with one another. Before the landing of man the Island planet of Blooplonia was a crack pot of never ending volcanic eruption. The morning the man was delivered to the surface was the initial moment the Blooplonian masculine types decided to separate from their significant feminine soul mates. From beneath the primordial oozz the female Blooplonians watched curiously through their indigenous surroundings, their masculine counterparts receive the male. A man, still in the form of a child was delivered in what looked like a red light, thunder, fire and sand storm.
Historic records throughout those moment in time are found to be inconclusive, the masculine figures still had not evolved the proper digits to sculpt media.

Pansies

There are things that you just can't let go of. I'm incredibly motivated by others and the reaction I get form them, even those close to me. Often I find that individuals in our society base their worth on what they have not on who they are. "Are you who you want to be?"
Yeah I didn't think so. If you ever achieve what you want out of life you should kill yourself for having goals that a human can accomplish. Me I'm going to save Africa. Me I'm going to feed all the children of the world. You, you probably want to make sure you can get through traffic on time so your boss won't bitch at you for clocking in a minute too late. I am not a big fan of the bosses of today. They're all like "I have to make sure that society is mostly being squashed by my ideology and the negative reinforcement that I entrust all my upper level management to have been conditioned with to continue conditioning everyone under them into the ground." I don't know anyone that's making a living that is not in that situation in one way or another. You might not agree, but that's because you've been conditioned by others around you to believe that your lifestyle is correct, when you're a fucking monkey, and I don't know why. Well actually I do, it's because you've never push the boundaries of your reality, and that's because inherently, you, are worthless.

Moving to the stars!!!

taxitalk: the video inspires ...... sadnessssssssssss, sometimes so does freedom. But I'm better off Dude dddddddd DUde going to planet Buplo and its magnificent islands instead!!!

MILF

"So you wanna meet him?" she asked. "No" replied her daughter. "Stephenie why?" demanded the mother. "Because he might just be like the last forty mommy!"

"moi aussi"

"Never anticlimactic is she?"  he asked him, the two were sitting at a cafe in Paris. "Don't you wish there was a evolution in the relationship?" They could both smell the roasted chicken broiling in the BBQ two store fronts south of them. "What a false front!' one of the men announced. Most of the patrons on the porch turned to look the couple over, "don't you think?"
The waitress came in carrying their sandwich order."What is this?" one of the men asked violently. The woman was startled but she lowered the order to the table. "It's your lunch" she said smiling. He smiled back, "I wanted the roasted chicken!" he said enviously, she looked the two over, and laughing said