The Enchanted Cave 2
Delve into a strange cave with a seemingly endless supply of treasure, strategically choos
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COMPLETE edition of the interactive "choose next panel" comic
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the unrelenting, inexorable screeching that floods the cracks of silences and chokes your tranquility out like smoke. the only word they know is your name and they say it like a pulse. it's a given, your veins are going to burst and release an ungodly pain that will consume everything in a cataclysmic eruption of fire and destruction; they never do. they just rhythmically swell and recede. you can feel it licking at your feet as you struggle to keep your head above water. every single time you see the sky your eyes fill with the sting of salt water and your kicking toes an abrasive tongue. they don't like your taste, they just want to remind you they're there. that you fight and you exhaust and it's pointless. you're going to drown swimming. you sleep to dream, you dream to escape, and you escape to come hurtling back. back down to earth and it's many courses it has left for you to run. courses filled to their edges with landmines. cruel, heartless landmines with just enough shrapnel to rip away the skin and leave your nerves naked. raw they dance with the elements, tickling their ends like loose leaves on a dead tree. the noose sits too tight on this neck and you can feel the fibers burrowing further, grabbing hold of something that isn't there. but you still breath. weak and wispy, you exhale because you can. you inhale because it's instinct. and only then do you realize this noose is attached to nothing. there is no end coming. this is it. this is adulthood, the rat race, being a man. this is life.
so enjoy being a child. masturbate. fart in class. one day you'll have the life sucked out of you by the grind.
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"Always look on the bright side of life, do-do, do-do do-do do-do"
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At 7/23/10 01:52 AM, Ptero wrote: Are you alright?
yea. i'm just broke and it sucks. how are you?
Sounds like someone's got a case of the Mondays!
I'd rather be an adult. I've got everything I need to support myself financially and I'm not stupid but I guess it'll be just a little while longer before I have total control of my life.
At 7/23/10 01:53 AM, TheLameSauce wrote:At 7/23/10 01:52 AM, Ptero wrote: Are you alright?yea. i'm just broke and it sucks. how are you?
"Always look on the bright side of death, do-do, do-do do-do do-do"
Made Grill'd Cheez Sanwich, helped with condiment wars. Check them out!
At 7/23/10 01:53 AM, sumidiotdude wrote: Sounds like someone's got a case of the Mondays!
Um.... Yeah... Okay, you're gonna have to come back to work later today, okay? Yeah..
At 7/23/10 01:49 AM, TheLameSauce wrote: the stress.
the unrelenting, inexorable screeching that floods the cracks of silences and chokes your tranquility out like smoke. the only word they know is your name and they say it like a pulse. it's a given, your veins are going to burst and release an ungodly pain that will consume everything in a cataclysmic eruption of fire and destruction; they never do. they just rhythmically swell and recede. you can feel it licking at your feet as you struggle to keep your head above water. every single time you see the sky your eyes fill with the sting of salt water and your kicking toes an abrasive tongue. they don't like your taste, they just want to remind you they're there. that you fight and you exhaust and it's pointless. you're going to drown swimming. you sleep to dream, you dream to escape, and you escape to come hurtling back. back down to earth and it's many courses it has left for you to run. courses filled to their edges with landmines. cruel, heartless landmines with just enough shrapnel to rip away the skin and leave your nerves naked. raw they dance with the elements, tickling their ends like loose leaves on a dead tree. the noose sits too tight on this neck and you can feel the fibers burrowing further, grabbing hold of something that isn't there. but you still breath. weak and wispy, you exhale because you can. you inhale because it's instinct. and only then do you realize this noose is attached to nothing. there is no end coming. this is it. this is adulthood, the rat race, being a man. this is life.
so enjoy being a child. masturbate. fart in class. one day you'll have the life sucked out of you by the grind.
I'm prepared for life.
I'm 12 and I've been taking guitar lessons for 3+ years, I have great grades, great test strategies, and a backup plan if I can't make the cut as a musician, a lawyer. Another backup for that is a a physicist. I'm 2 years ahead in math, so I'll be in Calc. Prep in 10th grade. Then 2 years of Normal Calc Classes.
Did you think that much of life as a kid? Life's gonna suck if you don't make plans.
A lot of people have pictures for their signatures. But that's stupid. I'm not going to do that. That is so 2008. Not even kidding. Jeez, you guys are stoopid.
At 7/23/10 01:49 AM, TheLameSauce wrote: chokes your tranquility out like smoke.
Wat?