homewrecker

Sometimes I see people in different ways. Mostly people I have never met, or will never probably meet again. I think about the lady in the dress looking at the cat food, thinking about what crazy things have happened to her in the past thirty-something years she has existed as a living, breathing person. Sometimes I think about how she will eventually come to her end, whether it be from natural causes, murder or suicide.

I have come to the conclusion that people are weird. What is morality? Are people right for sticking to their normal lives, or was there meant to be more to it then there already is.
If we started life all over, maybe life is all about eating eye-patches. On a sandwich, with some sauce, maybe in a salad, maybe it's the salad, whatever. You eat 'em. Maybe you don't like eyepatches, but it is how you do shit in this reality! Stick to what you know, you little cunt, and eat your eyepatches, or so help me you won't get that scraggy beard for dessert!

Maybe if the world was different, and it was these different people inventing things and slowly developing the world into what it is today, everything could be impossibly different. The USA made of onion dip and snakes. Japan a wholly underground-built country. Australia populated by Russians and called Russolia. Jesus actually a chick with big jugs that convinced everyone in the world she is god by wanking them all off. The possibilities are endless.

Maybe in this ultimate universe, J.K Rowling is a good writer. Oh snap.

Anyway, my point is that... that you... hm. I don't seem to have a point. Hold on, give me a second to think of one.

Um.

Hm.

The world would be great if America was made of onion dip.