Wait, nevermind.

fuck. ok

a lady today was like,

"hey where do you keep the usb cables? i need a new one for my iphone." poser.  i know. what a goddamn conformist yogurt-sipping-bitch

i told her like, in the isle with the other iphone crap near the back

then this wannabe bitch supreme was like

"i don't think it's professional for young men to wear eyeliner to work"

so i spat on her

long story short, i have a meeting with human resources tomorrow and like, it's bullshit because all i was doing was defending my right not to conform to society's stupid gender and professionalism expectations that create a culture of numb, unpoetic silence

Oh, if you would have said it looked bad i would have totally told you to fuck off. I put a hell of a lot of effort into this and I’m pretty proud of how I look right now.

What, did you not think I would actually go through with it?

i didn't think you'd change your aesthetic over night, develop an interest in nihilism, goth poetry, never mind me and my friends, and ditch the yellows and pinks and sparkle-princess-prepster extreme accessories to hang out behind the dumpsters with us and complain about how much everything sucks

you were the goddamn student body president cheerleader AP student activist feminist girl-zombie extraordinaire for fuck's sake

like how does that even happen?

… Is that a good oh my god? Please tell me it is.

um. it's a shocked and disbelieving "oh my god."

lesson one in goth: you don't care what anyone thinks. you're a nonconformist, fuck what anyone else has to say about you

deathpereaux

Hey Pete, how do I look? I think I did decently enough.

...

shit i didnt see this till just noww sorry

but thank you this is helpful 

youre pete right youre one a michaels friends

im eridan

yeah.  you're the one who calls him a fish and like comes from another planet

hardcore.

i thought you were gonna be like, his boyfriend and then he started dating marshmallows galore

which is actually kind of hilarious and he's happy so like. whatever

anyway, hi.  he says you're like actually a killer...not-person alien things so

who the hell calls it the “spiralling abyss”? thats like, mega weird.

ill talk about reality and life and space and all of that?? im not completely stupid. like you and your stupid wannabe zombies.

go dig a grave and sit in it, bitch.

wow. the spiraling abyss is not space.

it's reality where nothing matters it's just a a cycle of infinite regress. 

life is meaningless and we're all zombies. dead and walking.

you're the one sitting in your grave (just like all of us).

but unlike me...you haven't realized it yet

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Repost this & tag ten people you want to get to know better: 

way too lazy for this.

Name: Kelly/Kann/Kitty/OPB/TSW Nicknames: "hey you" Birthday: Apr 24 Gender: lol. Sexual Orientation: pff.

Favorite color: Uh? Time and date at current moment: 1/11/15. 3:15PM Average hours of sleep: 4-9 hours depending Lucky Number: what. Last thing I googled: "things sold at radio shack"

First word that comes to mind: zing. One place that makes me happy: the internet. How many blankets I sleep under: 1. Favorite Fictional Character: Wendy fucking Testaburger. Book: Freedom, by Jonathan Franzen. Animation: South Park? Why is this a question. TV show: Breaking Bad.

Favorite Beverage: Coffee.

Favorite Food: Sour Punch Straws.

do you even know what hairspray does to your hair?? it makes it all gross and sticky and half the time it doesn’t even keep your hair where you want it.

i don’t use hairspray, bitch.

and im not some weirdo who thinks about the “spiraling abyss” whatever that is. im not into all that goth stuff, sorry.

god so thoughts about reality never even penetrate your straightener-friend brain?

that's like...mega depressing.

p.s. the spiralling abyss is not goth stuff, bimbo deluxe

four people complained about my customer service, but my manager didn't fire me. no idea why.  guess they're just desperate or something

wrote a poem about a farmer who dies while trying to harvest enough to survive the winter (it's a statement about nihilism and futility, duh)

stole a box of cigarettes from some asshole on the bus

and converted a preppy princess into a goth

…. wow. she’s the last person that I would expect to turn goth.

I’m not really sure how I feel about that. it’s just weird to think of her as being a goth.

I don’t really know. If she was a goth she’d probably be one of those pastel goths that are hardly goth, in my opinion ….

you may or may not have performed a miracle

damn. school isn’t that great but you shouldn’t have been kicked out for something as little as that. I don’t understand their stupid conformist rules. smoking isn’t even that bad. I would just move out if that was the only way I would be able to stay at home.

i know i was like. no way.

but then she was like "way"

so i guess she's gonna come read poetry at village inn with us. what a world.

just call me like, moses or something. actually don't or i'll fucking gut you

i don't wanna be homeless. it'd be poetic to die in the street shivering and alone...but like. i don't want to.  and i don't wanna put my friends out. so i'm stuck working a poser job and dying slowly each day to the soundtrack of overused 'classic rock.' ...i know. i'm weak and human and no exception to the 'everyone sucks' law

My heart lies in a cloudy, milky state, its cold, harsh pressure building up within, leaving me to gaze — masking purpose.

...

One look, no words; Head spinning away, There is no closure. 

Michael is a fucking artist

first and last stanzas are like totally the best parts but everyone should go read the whole thing

I was already planning on not going to a therapist, they all suck in south park anyways. Besides, i remember when they put everyone on a.d.d meds and it was horrible. I dont want to be drugged into submission. Thats the only trait of mine i appreciate of mine lately, the fact that i was a fighter.

I... I've actually written a lot of poetry already alone in my cabin, it was one of the few things that actually helped a little bit. I poured everything into those poems.

i think i might take you up on that offer. im not saying im definitely goth material but... yeah. i'll be there.

Thanks, Pete.

...

you're like. welcome or something.

god. anyway. we're pretty much there every day. yeah.

oh. that’s kind of cool but I don’t think that I could do it.

I don’t know. I imagine old conformist music would be much better than newer conformist music, even if its only slightly. although I wouldn’t want to listen to either while I’m at work. I would guess that the abyss is a lot of screaming … but I could be wrong. It might be rather quiet. who knows. where do you work?

alternates are rather weird. one of my alternates threatened to eat me.

ok unrelated side note but holy fucking shit firkle

i think i accidentally made glitterpuke testaburger turn goth??

...i'm like, a wizard or something.  i totally didn't mean to.  but, like

i don't even know if this is a good thing or not.  i guess she'll be more tolerable if she isn't like dripping in unicorns and sunshine anymore but fuck

what have i done

what? going goth? Me?

Is that what this means? i just… Dont know anymore, i dont understand whats going on, is this like a transition? What do i do?

ok. so i gave this some serious thought, abercrombie zombie.

because i don't know shit about mentoring anyone and last time your boyfriend joined our clique he bailed the fuck out. so i'm like. not super thrilled his GIRLFRIEND of all people is considering joining up

but if you're depressed and hate the world and stuff

don't give into conformist pressures and see a therapist who will make you all like, complacent and give you pills to make you into another robot corporatist drone and fill your head with rainbows and picket fences to distract from how pointless everything is

instead write some hardcore poetry about how much pain your soul is in

and if you want to (and like, wear black and bring cigarettes), you can sit with my friends and i next time we're at village inn