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Henry

Henry Eaton


Last Updated: 6/4/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 20
Sign: Aries

City: London
State: London and South East
Country: UK
Signup Date: 5/28/2006

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Friday, November 16, 2007 

Current mood:Stoned
So, the fire alarm went off again. That's the upteenth time. Its mad. Its very nearly every night.

And I'm worried I'm going to become desensitised to the whole fiasco.

I'm probably going to end up sitting at the kitchen table, which is on fire, sitting there going "Chuh.... not again".

I think fire drills are more of a hazard that a help. I mean, if it didn't happen all the time, we'd get scared fuckless. If someone had never heard a fire alram before, and some student has started a chip pan whilst microwaving some frozen peas, and its 2am and he's really drunk, and everyone is sleeping. He sets the alarm off, and everyone rolls out of bed going "Shit fuck what!? Run away!" and they get the fuck out of there.

It is disturbing to know that it is everyone's knowledge that a fire alarm noise is designed intentionally to make you not be able to tolerate it. Gardeners use sounds to stop cats shitting on the lawn. This alarm will do that and more. It will shift people who are stoned out, only because if they don't leave, they'll have a freak out. It will shift comatose drunks. The only thing it won't shift is two people going at it like rabbits.

God knows, science definitely can't possibly change that fact.

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"Pssst... hey, you wanna see something fucked up?"

A fire alarm has gone off in a building. Its a false alram. Students have poured out like ants from an anthill, and were all waiting, shivering in the bollocks shriveling cold.

Two black kids are talking to each other. Suddenly, one aggressively approaches a geeky looking white guy and goes "What're you looking at, white boy?"

The geek falls to the floor, tears pouring down his acne ridden face. His arms are flung up around in terror and he screams:

"Oh oH OH God! NO! Please, NOnononononononono..."

The black guy walks away.

"That's the last thing a black guy said to his dad before he got knifed and had his wallet stolen. Apparently, the boy was so traumatised that anything similar that happens to him triggers a reaction like its been burned into his central nervous system."

"Damn."

"He shits himself too."

"Now that's fucked up."

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...More will follow when inspiration gets his chubby ass back here.


Currently listening:
Orchids and Ammunition
By Drist
Release date: 07 March, 2006
Gothfrogette
Melanie Banks

 
oh mr... sends huge amounts of hugs for you xxx

was thinking about you last night.. in a non dodgy way i was just thinking of how much you have grown since i first met you. you are doing so well despite all the grr's
 
Posted by Gothfrogette on Saturday, November 17, 2007 - 11:12
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