Before ANYONE questions what is a "slog" or why I wrote this, one must know and truely understand how I reflect upon myself and my soul and how I view my existence in this wild, uncontrollable circus of happiness and despair we call "life." You see, I tap into my inner self and swim through the sea of my memories and personal thoughts to seek answers and new questions. I do all this private, yet openly emotional, reflection of my life in a special place: on the crapper. My definition of a "slog" is the intense state of thought a person experiences when using a toilet for a short period of time. I wonder about the world around me, the meaning and purpose of my humble existence and various other important philosophical topics when the rest of my mind is focused on performing bodily functions. Where do I write this piece of personal work? On the toilet paper. But after I finished writing, I flush my "slog" down to the cold, dark pipes of the toilet because, well, don't we all eventually lose our soul and the true meaning of ourselves? *sniff* *sniff*
But today, I saved a "slog" from my adventures to the bathroom. And I post it because I know you people care about me.
*sigh* I need advice. I need a better world to live in...
Echoman
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But today, I saved a "slog" from my adventures to the bathroom. And I post it because I know you people care about me.
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Loneliness, Light, Love, Lovely, Lovers, Loving. They all begin with a L...
I wonder to myself. Why? Simply why? Why why? Why do I ask why? Why do I need to find out why? Why do I have to ask why as a question? Why is why always used to find out why? Why is the answer to why always why? Why is there no final answer to why? Simply why not? Holy cow, this is pretty deep, meaningful **** I wrote. Glad I wrote it down. Oh man.
I don't think I can hold myself together anymore. I don't think I can find my true identity any longer. My world is held, not by the hands of mine, but the slick fingers of fate. My life is not controlled by myself, it is thrown about here and there by the world. This is because the world is directed by the fingers of fate. And the power of fate is controlled by individuals like me. So, through my life, I can influence the authority fate. Er...okay. Anyway, I face a personal problem, and I fail everyday to escape from it. I can't deny this trouble or turn a blind eye toward it. Yes, I just can not. Every waking moment, I suffer through experiences that any man would consider as dreams. Maybe life is only a dream for me, and I need to wake up.
You see, I am too damn attractive. Why?, I always ask. Why do I have to be so good-looking? Why me? And for what reasons? Unfortunately, this is a growing, stressful concern. Nothing is held back, the trouble is always upfront. Everyday and every week, more and more sexy and beautiful women come from everywhere just to be with me. These females are somehow pulled, like powerful magnets, towards me, and many of them are willing to travel from far away to be a part of my life. Whenever they catch a glimpse of me, these women overflow with excitement and awe and always grab the chance to be in my presence. These females can't get enough of me, and I have to constantly worry about more of them coming to see me. I am caught in a violent storm, and these beautiful people are the massive clouds that choke me.
My personal life is shattered by these females, and the soul of my being are now crumbs on the floor. There are too many sexy women in my life. To be honest, I am a 10-women man, but this is too much. Too much. I don't even know where to put this large amount of women. All the rooms of my house are already filled with lively, cheerful people. The kitchen, living room, family room and bedrooms are now far from empty. I even tried putting these beautiful people in the closets, basement and attic. My house and I can not bear having more people here. This matter is becoming more troublesome and arduous every tear that slips from my eye.
Lastly, I tried addressing the problem of more women arriving at my house. I put up a mine field in the frontyard, but that plan failed. So, I tried placing barbed wire across the yard, still no luck. No matter what, these females are attracted to me. Yelling and screaming at these unwanted guests does nothing; my outer appearence is too great and awesome. I just don't know what to do dammit. I just don't know what to do.
My world....my life...just why?
I wonder to myself. Why? Simply why? Why why? Why do I ask why? Why do I need to find out why? Why do I have to ask why as a question? Why is why always used to find out why? Why is the answer to why always why? Why is there no final answer to why? Simply why not? Holy cow, this is pretty deep, meaningful **** I wrote. Glad I wrote it down. Oh man.
I don't think I can hold myself together anymore. I don't think I can find my true identity any longer. My world is held, not by the hands of mine, but the slick fingers of fate. My life is not controlled by myself, it is thrown about here and there by the world. This is because the world is directed by the fingers of fate. And the power of fate is controlled by individuals like me. So, through my life, I can influence the authority fate. Er...okay. Anyway, I face a personal problem, and I fail everyday to escape from it. I can't deny this trouble or turn a blind eye toward it. Yes, I just can not. Every waking moment, I suffer through experiences that any man would consider as dreams. Maybe life is only a dream for me, and I need to wake up.
You see, I am too damn attractive. Why?, I always ask. Why do I have to be so good-looking? Why me? And for what reasons? Unfortunately, this is a growing, stressful concern. Nothing is held back, the trouble is always upfront. Everyday and every week, more and more sexy and beautiful women come from everywhere just to be with me. These females are somehow pulled, like powerful magnets, towards me, and many of them are willing to travel from far away to be a part of my life. Whenever they catch a glimpse of me, these women overflow with excitement and awe and always grab the chance to be in my presence. These females can't get enough of me, and I have to constantly worry about more of them coming to see me. I am caught in a violent storm, and these beautiful people are the massive clouds that choke me.
My personal life is shattered by these females, and the soul of my being are now crumbs on the floor. There are too many sexy women in my life. To be honest, I am a 10-women man, but this is too much. Too much. I don't even know where to put this large amount of women. All the rooms of my house are already filled with lively, cheerful people. The kitchen, living room, family room and bedrooms are now far from empty. I even tried putting these beautiful people in the closets, basement and attic. My house and I can not bear having more people here. This matter is becoming more troublesome and arduous every tear that slips from my eye.
Lastly, I tried addressing the problem of more women arriving at my house. I put up a mine field in the frontyard, but that plan failed. So, I tried placing barbed wire across the yard, still no luck. No matter what, these females are attracted to me. Yelling and screaming at these unwanted guests does nothing; my outer appearence is too great and awesome. I just don't know what to do dammit. I just don't know what to do.
My world....my life...just why?
*sigh* I need advice. I need a better world to live in...
Echoman
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