Ramblings Of A Demon Mind Part 7 and 8

Part 7: Inflatable alien

In todays rant, I believe I shall be comparing myself to an inflatable toy. May you enjoy my misery.

Okay, so with an inflatable toy... When blown up, they can be incredibly wild and fun. You pull them out, you have a bitching time, you get tired nd go do something else. Life goes on. But, almost everytime you let this toy of yours go, you leave behind a tiny hole where the air seeps out. Eventually, the inflatable toy deflates completely, or near completely. Then when you come along totally bored and looking for a quick fix, the toy is deflated, utterly depressed and useless. So you leave it.

Let's run over the facts here... You recieve the toy. You love the toy. You ditch the toy. You let out all the air in the toy. You complain because the toy has no air. You leave the toy, when all it needed was someone that could blow it up.

So, is tht all I am to you? An inflatable toy... an infalatable pushover... and inflatable alien.


P.S. I used the word TOY every five seconds for a reason.



Part 8: Crash and Burn
Those who bleed live longer then those who smile, because although each drop leads us closer to death, we know what pain feels like, and we can embrace it. But those who smile know nothing about pain, and will someday crash. But they can't handle the burn like we can.