Latoeb

Don't laugh. I stood before a crowd thousands. In a building most odd. Imagine an opera house and its balconies,except themed into a basketball stadium. Come on and slam, if you wanna jam. I had a microphone and started doing what I do. People cheered. Feels good man I had to sleep in till noon for a dream that good.

Normally I try to make these things have a point so that an outside observer could see their worth, even if they do not immediately agree with the view. I don't have any of that tonight. I have an oral presentation on the physiology of love due in around ten hours. I have every regret of a break up weighing upon me, all the doubt and want of a second chance, and caffeine coursing through me so as to not want to sleep, and take the edge off. I get to look at the neurotransmitters responsible for the three scientifically examined stages of love. Wonder what I fucked up. What we fucked up? I have an exclamation that has so many consonants in it, it could be mistaken for something in Klingon. "Kraggddgnngghhtttkkkrr" All I have is myself, and some angst and drama, which are also me. Writing this is me. All this sad shit I have been feeling for the past two weeks, general depression and pangs of loneliness every time I see the two of them together, is also, as stated before, m...

And that is bad. It is all he is. After watching several Zack Snyder films, (punctuated by sucker punch) I see lots of interesting visual choices he makes. He is great at making visually heavy scenes, without emotional weight. He builds intensity, expertly, without any big thoughts behind it. This is why his movies sell, and are "really cool" but lack a driving idea or larger umph

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like, to be the victim in a violent situation so I could let rage righteously flow through me like the emperor encourages. I imagine describing to the aggressor what I would do, and then making good on my promises. Sometimes my mum gives me letters I have written to myself from the past. They have prompts. (Copied Verbatim) Hello from the 20th Century! The best things in my life are: MY Friends, trombones the internet The wonder of tomorrow My personal goals for the future are: to be an ultimate gamer. Make VRML models for the future My wishes for the future world are: no pollution There would be hover bords lowpower blasters and lightsabers, Signed: Emmett Baber Date: __________ I'm sure they are low power, so that people can ride around on their hover boards shooting at each other without inflicting any lasting damage. From the future: Hey that's troubling. I was understandably a really angry kid. Nobody ever gave me tools to work with my ...

"This shit is gonna be Inception, except backwards like Memento."

Almost as if they think your choice is unconscious. "Oh god! How did this smokeable get lit and in between my fingers!" It may be a conscious clearing ticket to punch. In no other circumstance is it socially acceptable to look someone in the face and tell them that the choice they made is wrong. I only hear it once per person. Their name has been cleared. What am I, a guilt factory? "Maybe if I had told that smoker that smoking is bad, they would have stopped." Who thinks that? Update from the future: I used to smoke unfiltered hand rolled cigarettes in college. I was living with my dad, and it was a useful outlet. I slowed down, switched to vaping for years. (douche-flute, light-saber, robot dong, etc) (before it was cool) Since my partner had to quit, I quit in solidarity. It's hard. And you need to be able to self examine in order not to be a huge jerk. You have to be able to ascribe your clenched jaw to a chemical dependency, and not blame other people fo...

Lenin and Stalin had similar ideals, but different executions. Kids are like going out to eat. You get a steaming thing brought to your table, then are slapped with the huge check. No way can you handle the whole thing there, so you take it home. Then it lives in the fridge and starts to grow fuzz and smell bad so you throw it out.