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@kongpetsak
Mit liv er én dyb vejrtrækning
- Josephine & Josefine
I actually once as a younger kid, decided to walk straight into the dark. A darkness that within a short eyeglans, made me feel, everything I ever feard, as a killing preasure around my body. But wise as I was, and very active in listening to the centuries top 50 hits, I had heard something along the line with; “You must face your fears”. I then took one leg in front of the other, then the other in front of that, and after releasing a breath I had held for 30 seconds or something, I stood in the darkness, and I was left with not a single shed of horror in my veins. Betrayed I was, by my own fears. Finding the quote to be true, I thought, well, maybe I might as well become friends with the darkness. Maybe, I’m the only friend the darkness will ever have. I was sad when I eventually had to leave. I kinda did want to go home, I had a sister, a brother, a mom, a dad, I would miss them if I never returned, but now I had found such comfort around my own fears, and the piss-yellow light at home did not quite amuse me anylonger. I then walked in darkness home, and returned to a house, where light coming from everywhere annoyed my sight. But hey, my hole entire life view had just been expanded, I had become friends with the darkness, and yes, my mom was proud to hear that when I told the her what I had done. They where all watching the telly, then so did I, after cuddling my body close to my dad, and the people in tight suits on the screen, said that it now was possible to make your own gun out of plastic at home with a printer, and they talked about schools, they talked about flights, they talked about security, they talked about us all, and how treathning this was, and I think even my dad said it was scary. I felt a killing preassure again, and I thought to myself; I know nothing about my new friend darkness.
Sometimes true
A special thanx to my supportors who are always there, when a thirst of likes sets in.
I love drinking coffee before bedtime. Unable to sleep, just questioning. Like, why? What? How? Fuck.
Kinderegg Milksplosion.
If you ever poured milk into a boiling cup of Earl Grey tea, and saw the eggsplosion of a nuclear bomb as a brother from another mother, you now understand how worlds in cups are created. Worlds that only lasts for a split second.
Milk spread, like the nuclear bomb does, and slowly disappear into the rest of a liquid, that rest, something bigger soon will take a sip of, until it is gone.
We rage against nuclear bombs, with our hearts on the right place, no existens deserves to see its everything being destroyed in silence, with a gag tied nicely around our necks with a red bow made of silk.
It is exactly like when the one side of population argues that milk in the tea is disastrous, and shines light on everything but the proper sense of the act, the original and natural taste, not yet discussing the unnecessary use of sugar to cover up the lost human, whom never intended to drink tea, but whom intended to drink a certain kind of taste.
But those whom use milk in their tea, those whom create and see the act of an eggsplosion, may just find joy in the milk not clumping, despite the fact that it was left on the morning table for an hour too long.
The golden Earl Grey tea that no longer is golden, but has become another substance, of a brownish white-grey taste containing the dreams of cities where traditions of milk in tea is infinite.
Milk in tea is not about the gently picked and carefully farmed actual tea, it is about the bigger perspective and satisfaction created as soon as the kinderegg milksplosions has spread and caused multiple asiatic villages to get cancer, and the tea will reach the corner of your mouth, and runs through your throat and sends heat waves through the rest of your body, and the thousands of children, women and men whom also experience death as a result from the boiling wave caused by an eggsplosion of milk. The Kinderegg Milksplosion.
An experienced tea drinker drinks tea, like vikings reach the bottom of their mead.
An experienced universe eats world with unjustified and unforgiven actions, like I drink my tea.
It is gone, before it ever became a pleasure.
GIVE ME LIKES
I have discovered the sad truth, which is that I as an ordinary human being, do not find the same amount of sadisfaction in writing my posts (which is few, I am aware), when they do not get the amount og likes that my ego and insecurities crave.
I wonder, looked beyond that I am just a small piece of meat in this slaughterhouse Tumblr, and the fact that most of my posts has been about the narciccistic, but important, topic on how to get more followers, if the content of my posts simply just is not that speciel amount of likes worth.
And of course that is not the kind of problem we are dealing with. My content is just fine. I am even using a dictionary to get my grammar straight, so that for sure is not keeping you away from hitting that like button.
You see, the problem is my hashtags. Everybody knows that the only way to the top is by using the #follow4follow. Or #likes4likes. You can even ask for a shoutout, that is a 100p chance for more followers.
Do not worry about the content. It is 2018. Who cares?
And with that said,
I am very exited about the big amount of likes I will receive in the future.
THANX.
we’re literally floating on a tiny planet in fucking space why are we surrounded by hatred and misery. why can’t everyone just calm the fuck down and lay on some grass. the sun is a GIANT BURNING ORB why does money exist. fuck everything
I have jumped to the conclusion that only 1 out of 12 of my followers liked my last post.
Have you not seen it yet?
Or did you just not like it?🤔
Fair enough.
But about the ending:
It is a bit unoriginal to scream STOP THE CAR so what about person one just can’t stop the car because they no longer was on an open country road but on a highway and stopping the car would be physically impossible?
Okey, thanx bye.
A gumversation
WRITTEN BY MIG
Two people in a car. Driving on an open country road. No music is playing. Awkward silence.
PERSON ONE: You want a gum?
PERSON TWO: No thanks, I’m fine.
PERSON ONE: What, you don’t like mint flavour?
PERSON TWO: No, I really just don’t like chewing on gums.
PERSON ONE: Yeah, I get that. I don’t like it neither when I’ve chewed it too much. My jaws get really saw then.
PERSON TWO: Yes, well…
PERSON ONE: What?
PERSON TWO: No, nothing.
PERSON ONE: Okay, it’s always nothing. You’re always fine.
PERSON TWO: I don’t like chewing on gum because I can’t get out of my head that I’m chewing on rubber. I feel like I’m chewing on an actual piece of rubber.
PERSON ONE: I don’t think it’s rubber.
PERSON TWO: You think it, but do know it?
PERSON ONE: I can google it.
PERSON TWO: Where in the middle of nowhere.
PERSON ONE: Dang it, my data isn’t working.
PERSON TWO: I told you.
PERSON ONE: I will google it when we get to somewhere a bit more civilized.
Person one stares out of the window, chewing on the gum really loud. Person two is getting distracted from the chewing.
PERSON TWO: No, actually, every discussion man must have these days, does not have to be solved with google. We will finish this.
PERSON ONE: Really?
PERSON TWO: Does it never hit you, how much we just trust what big companies try to sell us, and we just put it in our mouths or bodies without thinking about what it actually is?
PERSON ONE: Sometimes it does, I guess.
PERSON TWO: I mean, you chew gum, like people in the seventies smoke cigarettes. And you don’t have the slightest idea what chemicals they use to put these things together.
PERSON ONE: I don’t think you can compare gums and cigarettes. Like, gums aren’t bad for your health.
PERSON TWO: They said that about cigarettes too.
PERSON ONE: Okay, they did.
PERSON TWO: They did.
Pause
PERSON ONE: But you know nothing about gums neither. You’re just a hypocrite who talks about health and saving the planet, but you sure are way too fine to take the bus, so you must drive this shitty old car with a radio that isn’t even working, and you just pour tons of carbon dioxide into this planet that’s pretty fucked anyway. AND YOU DON’T CHEW GUM, CUZ WHO KNOWS WHAT’S IN THAT SHIT?
PERSON TWO: I admit it. I may be a bit of a hypocrite. But at least I’m not dumb. At least I don’t just take bites of a red apple given by an old lady.
PERSON ONE: Really? Oh my… okay, you’re right. I shouldn’t be chewing these.
Person one spits her gum out over person two.
PERSON TWO: YOU ARE WAY TOO MUCH.
PERSON ONE: You are. I never wanted to fight over gum.
PERSON TWO: Me neither!
PERSON ONE: Well then don’t!
PERSON TWO: You’re the one who turns every great silence into an argument, and every great argument into a fight. I just wanted to drive in silence, but you can’t stand silence right?
PERSON ONE: NO! I can’t. I can hear your thoughts about me in the silence. And you can’t stand me.
PERSON TWO: Maybe there is a reason.
PERSON ONE: Because I bite the apples people give me?
PERSON TWO: You want me to be honest?
PERSON ONE: No I don’t.
PERSON TWO: Honestly, I think you’re naiv.
PERSON ONE: I DON’T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE WHY THAT EVERY NICE PERSON I MEET TURNS OUT TO BE A FUCKING TWAT!
PERSON TWO: No, of course you don’t. But maybe google have.
PERSON ONE: FUCK YOU. Stop the car.
PERSON TWO: No.
PERSON ONE: STOP THE FUCKING CAR. Person two stops the car and person one gets out. Person one is just about to slam the door.
PERSON ONE: I never got why we were here anyway.
PERSON TWO: Well, ask google.
Person one slams the door. Person two drives away.
Can’t believe I already collected 10 followers. I need to give you guys a name. Maybe the Kongpetsarmy? Or the Migarmy? Any surgestions?
- Mig
I hate you more, than I hate my life.
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