There are more types of realities that one can think of.


But there are only two that interest me, and they are enough to give anyone headaches. There are the realities in which things occur in a blur, and without notice or warning, it disappears before you know it.


Then there is true reality, in which it never really is your frame of reference, and an individual always aims to reach this true reality. ~ reality is.. you will never reach it.

~~~~~


And thus an eternal cycle begins and never ends.




*smell of food*






Stuff reality!! food!!!

love

"Love... What is love?
Love... it is no matter what happens you give them support"

PH. ITS

It is as it says... You see mothers supporting and defending their serial rapist child, or serial murder child. You see macho men in the kitchen with a girly apron on. You see girls tripping, stumbling and embarrassing themselves. So on... They say it is as if the pair are the only ones in the world, and it is visible to see evidence of that.

Love is illogical, pure emotion. It is the other things that govern what happens to it. Are you wise enough to accept and understand that your child is a criminal? Are you smart enough to buy a manly apron, or better yet, not give a poop what others think?

Spending time with something is like conditioning the body. The emotions get conditioned like a body gets hardened when, over time, is beaten, broken down and built back up again. And everything just returns to reality.

Are you ignorant enough to stay happy? HA! double conundrum




~ ima suru koto ga tadashi? ~

The retard [a sad sad ...very.. very? extra sad story]

Well it was one bright morning when, a boy [who shall know unamed ;P] woke up from a dream. Instantly he was happy. The sun was bright, the sky filled with exactly 3 clouds in a sea of blue - exactly how he liked it.

So once was the time... once UPON the time, there was a boy! Wait I already told this park. Anywho, the birds sung merrily when suddenly [story split - choose from option 1 or 2]

Option 1: the beasts of the nights came out from their short slumber. unhappy with the partying and loud noises the boy made with his friends while they had their breakfast. The beasts, though always grumpy, were not impressed by the boy's disrespectful and unhealthy behaviour. With their studded bats and knuckle dusters they knocked on the boy's door. As they were massive the beasts of the night blocked the sun from entering the house. The birds stopped chirping and the boy... well he was in a pickle. The beast knocked on the door and waited patiently as the boy tore himself away from his comfy seat and breakfast to answer his guests.

The door creaked open, the fire from the fire place blew out, and the cat ran frantically for a safe spot only to decide clinging to the ceiling was the best place. The elephant in the backyard dug it's head in the ground and the birds from the trees dove in the pool and sunk to the bottom. The boy did not know what he was in for. DO YOU know what is going to happen?

The beasts dusted their bats, knuckles and feet before entering the house. They were so big they used the toilet as a foot rest [after making the hole in the wall for the space] and put their weapons on the sofa. The Smallest beast started "FIRSTLY!!!!" His booming voice was heard throughout the suburb causing earth quakes in the next town. "WE HAVE A PROBLEM..." though he was the smallest he was 50 billions times bigger than the boy. "OUR WEAPONS... THEY SEEM TO BE TOO SMALL TO USE AGAINST YOU. YOU SEE WE ARENT HAPPY ABOUT THE NOISE YOU CREATED LAST NIGHT SO WE CAME HERE WITH GUNS BLAZING AND ALL BUT IT DIDNT SEEM TO WORK"

The boy was distraught. "Your weapon problem is an issue huh? how about you put them together and make one BIG weapon?" The beasts appluaded and laughed at thier silliness "HOW COULD WE HAVE NOT THOUGHT OF THIS" they thought. About the party last night the boy poured some tea for each beast of the night and sat back down to say "I sincerely appologise about the noise, i wont party anymore'

The beasts of the night were happy about this and shook the boy's hand. 10mins later the ambulance came to take the boy.. or what was left of the boy. cause of death? a hand shake...

[awww .. so sad huh? ="( ]





option 2: when suddenly a beast stepped on his house crushing him. The beast fished for birds in the pool with his body, played croquet with the elephant as the ball and hide an seek with the cat. Sadly the cat always one... poor beast.

[tears are rushing down my face now ="( ]




THE END

Now you know why the title is called "the retard" =] cos only silly nongs read this junk and only the master of all creation is the creator of this story

i guess... you know the retard is now ;)



dumdee dumdee duuuuhh lols

i dont believe i wasted 30mins on this hahaha

As his right eye blurs, a rain like drop falls to the ground

His left eye behaved and stayed composed












but the rain tends not to stop at one drop

Because you don't know how much he is willing to sacrifice

One morning, like every other morning he woke up dazed. The sun shun brightly through the gap of the blinds he created, due to his clumsiness, a few years ago. Like every morning he woke up with the sound of the birds, overshadowed by the sounds of construction near by. However, today of all days was a special day.

He woke up right after reaching for a hand, holding it firmly, stroking it gently and gazing at the soft smooth skin. The moment he woke up he knew who's hand it was. Though he did not know why he dreamt of such a thing, and the feeling he had after remembering the dream. Sweat broke as his concentration increased, trying to remember the details of the intriguing dream. His heart slowed to an abnormal pace and his breath - soundless and growingly less frequent.

Might I add, it wasn't because of this dream that made the day special.

His body motionless trying to make sense of the image he saw, trying to remember what happened before the uniting of hands. And without progress he gave up and returned to his reality and daily routine.


Brushing of teeth,


He knew his mind was in shambles after what happened earlier. He needed to distract himself. Distractions. Distractions...


Eating of breakfast,

Whenever his mind is free it strolls to the irritating unknown, the certain and the uncertain.


Switching on of computer.


"How much longer will this day take to pass by?" Doing his best to distract himself, time does disappear.

However, eventually the purpose of the distractions seize to work effectively, and soon his mind wanders without restriction and without care. Crossing borders from insanity to sanity, logical and emotional, stupidity and wisdom. In the end... well to be honest, there is no end =]