As I discussed earlier, in my first blog I want to become a writer. So made an account on http://www.writersbeat.com/ and started making stories and poems. I mostly like fiction and poetry, so naturally that's what I post. I mean, damn, you having met literal snobs, till you've met these ppl. I mean HELLO, get yourself a life. They're great. Really. Instead this one chick picks at evry hole im ur story until nothing is left but her vision. It's mine. I wrote. I believe she gets pissy because she can't come up with great ideas. She writes poems about her daughter and expect to get amazing feedback. I mean kids are cool, but who's gonna publish that. Who gives a fuck. No one. No one cares about your ugly water head baby, lady. No one. Give it up.
As always it has been a pleasure.
kOkO
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Read This
Hello, ppl. i wrote this story today. I just wanted to see if it was any good. Don't get me wrong, I don't write crazy stuff all the time. I'm just exploring.
She'd been so hungry. She couldn't resist. She looked over at the enormous hamburger, she'd bitten into. She began to cry and people in the restaurant had started to stare. She gulped down some water and then burst into tears. She'd failed. The girl stood and walked past him and went into the bathrom. Him. He was tall, dark, but far from handsome. He wore a trench coat older than he was a big, microscopic glasses. He had a bit of peach fuzz on his upper lip and a bad breakout of acne. He watched the beautiful girl walk into the bathroom. She sent chills down his spine. He smiled to himself.'She's the one', he thought to himself. She ran into a stall, not bothering to lock the door. She stood over the toilet and repeatedly pounded herself in the face."You are so selfish!" she cried out. She reached into her Dooney & Burke handbag and pulled out some lip liner. She had frogotten her tools at home. She bent over the toilet and stuck the lip liner down her throat. She shuddered at the feeling and then she began to cry. She stopped crying as she felt it. The remains of her half eaten burger shot out of her throat and into the toilet. She saw it and cried more. She slowly stood and flushed the toilet. She felt awful. She slowly made her way to the mirror and she ran her hands through her long black hair. She dried her eyes and left the bathroom. No one had noticed that she left the bathroom. No one. She hurriedly left the restaurant and no one noticed, except him.He stood, slowly and left the restaurant. He saw her turn the corner and he sped up. He kept thinking about how beautiful she was. He knew she was perfect. He saw her pause in an alley, she was slumped over. She was crying. This didn't faze him, they always cried before, even if t hey had no idea. He approached her. She looked up at him. Her eyes widened. Then, she chuckled."What do you want?" she asked. He thought for a moment. Should he lie?"You." This made her laugh. She stood up straight and looked him in the eyes. He knew she'd be his best."Why?" She was interesting. He'd used that answer for almost all the others. She was the only one actually intrigued."You interest me? Why do you do it?" he asked."Do what?""Starve yourself, then gorge, and throw that up as well. You're beautiful." Her eyes held the pain again, he was almost sorry he brought it up."I wasn't always beautiful. I feel like I have to do this. So i do." Simple, and yet complex. She was absolutely perfect. He smiled at her and she smiled back.Later, that night, he contemplated the earlier events. She was the best. He thought back to it.She'd wound up having sex with him in his car. They always did. She was in control though. After, they were done, she sat beside him. Just as her hand reached for the door, he locked it. She turned to him, and he knew she knew. She screamed and he stuck the needle in her neck simultaneously. She blinked twice and her head bumped the dashboard as she went down.He brought her home, and there in his garage, he tied her down to the sofa bed, and waited until she woke up.Her big beautiful hazel eyes came into focus, and she began to kick and scream. He'd by then shed his coat and was wearing slacks and a sweater vest. He shed it and revealed his bare chest. Hairless, and hard. He glistened in the light. She continued to scream."Shutup, please." he ordered, and she did. They always did. He approached her and removed her clothes. She began to kick, but she stayed silent. Once, she was completely nude, he dropped his pants and spread her legs. He entered her and she lay there silent. Something was wrong. He looked into her face and she stared back at him, he stopped moving. This wasn't right. "What's going on?" The girl looked puzzled, and he was too. He finished and he looked into her eyes. She smiled at him. He was so angry. It, it wasn't right!. He slapped her face and she laughed. She was laughing at him. He grabbed his switchblade and sliced her face. She began to scream and he laughed hysterically. She started to kick and scream and yell. He put down the blade and she moaned in pain. He entered her again and she cried the entire time. He finished and began to leave and he heard her say,"Will you finish?" He turned and stood over her and he knew what she meant. He pulled his gun out of a box and searched for the bullets, he loaded it and grabbed a pillow. He put it over her chest and pulled the trigger. Her face smiled weakly and she mumbled something. He bent down to hear what she'd said. He cleaned her up and buried her, not with the others. He found someplace special. He'd done it in the backyard. As he lay in bed that night, something changed him forever. Her words. Her. She was perfect. She'd been hurting. He stopped that night. He wanted her to always be the last. And she would be. She was happy, and he was as well. He rolled onto his side. He'd finally heard it.
"I love you."
Comments appreciated.
KoKo
She'd been so hungry. She couldn't resist. She looked over at the enormous hamburger, she'd bitten into. She began to cry and people in the restaurant had started to stare. She gulped down some water and then burst into tears. She'd failed. The girl stood and walked past him and went into the bathrom. Him. He was tall, dark, but far from handsome. He wore a trench coat older than he was a big, microscopic glasses. He had a bit of peach fuzz on his upper lip and a bad breakout of acne. He watched the beautiful girl walk into the bathroom. She sent chills down his spine. He smiled to himself.'She's the one', he thought to himself. She ran into a stall, not bothering to lock the door. She stood over the toilet and repeatedly pounded herself in the face."You are so selfish!" she cried out. She reached into her Dooney & Burke handbag and pulled out some lip liner. She had frogotten her tools at home. She bent over the toilet and stuck the lip liner down her throat. She shuddered at the feeling and then she began to cry. She stopped crying as she felt it. The remains of her half eaten burger shot out of her throat and into the toilet. She saw it and cried more. She slowly stood and flushed the toilet. She felt awful. She slowly made her way to the mirror and she ran her hands through her long black hair. She dried her eyes and left the bathroom. No one had noticed that she left the bathroom. No one. She hurriedly left the restaurant and no one noticed, except him.He stood, slowly and left the restaurant. He saw her turn the corner and he sped up. He kept thinking about how beautiful she was. He knew she was perfect. He saw her pause in an alley, she was slumped over. She was crying. This didn't faze him, they always cried before, even if t hey had no idea. He approached her. She looked up at him. Her eyes widened. Then, she chuckled."What do you want?" she asked. He thought for a moment. Should he lie?"You." This made her laugh. She stood up straight and looked him in the eyes. He knew she'd be his best."Why?" She was interesting. He'd used that answer for almost all the others. She was the only one actually intrigued."You interest me? Why do you do it?" he asked."Do what?""Starve yourself, then gorge, and throw that up as well. You're beautiful." Her eyes held the pain again, he was almost sorry he brought it up."I wasn't always beautiful. I feel like I have to do this. So i do." Simple, and yet complex. She was absolutely perfect. He smiled at her and she smiled back.Later, that night, he contemplated the earlier events. She was the best. He thought back to it.She'd wound up having sex with him in his car. They always did. She was in control though. After, they were done, she sat beside him. Just as her hand reached for the door, he locked it. She turned to him, and he knew she knew. She screamed and he stuck the needle in her neck simultaneously. She blinked twice and her head bumped the dashboard as she went down.He brought her home, and there in his garage, he tied her down to the sofa bed, and waited until she woke up.Her big beautiful hazel eyes came into focus, and she began to kick and scream. He'd by then shed his coat and was wearing slacks and a sweater vest. He shed it and revealed his bare chest. Hairless, and hard. He glistened in the light. She continued to scream."Shutup, please." he ordered, and she did. They always did. He approached her and removed her clothes. She began to kick, but she stayed silent. Once, she was completely nude, he dropped his pants and spread her legs. He entered her and she lay there silent. Something was wrong. He looked into her face and she stared back at him, he stopped moving. This wasn't right. "What's going on?" The girl looked puzzled, and he was too. He finished and he looked into her eyes. She smiled at him. He was so angry. It, it wasn't right!. He slapped her face and she laughed. She was laughing at him. He grabbed his switchblade and sliced her face. She began to scream and he laughed hysterically. She started to kick and scream and yell. He put down the blade and she moaned in pain. He entered her again and she cried the entire time. He finished and began to leave and he heard her say,"Will you finish?" He turned and stood over her and he knew what she meant. He pulled his gun out of a box and searched for the bullets, he loaded it and grabbed a pillow. He put it over her chest and pulled the trigger. Her face smiled weakly and she mumbled something. He bent down to hear what she'd said. He cleaned her up and buried her, not with the others. He found someplace special. He'd done it in the backyard. As he lay in bed that night, something changed him forever. Her words. Her. She was perfect. She'd been hurting. He stopped that night. He wanted her to always be the last. And she would be. She was happy, and he was as well. He rolled onto his side. He'd finally heard it.
"I love you."
Comments appreciated.
KoKo
Completely Unfair
You know what is completely unfair. Okay, let's start this from the beginning. Ok, I'm on myspace and one of my guy friends (who can't take a hint) sends me a message with a video thing on it. I didn't watch it, it was one of those stupid ones. Chick gets stuck in the chinese hand trap. i reply to tell him what an idiot he is, and i noticed i get phished. Phished meaning someone friggin' clipped my password. It takes about twenty minutes to fix it. Then to top things, I hadn't realized that is was becuase of the message. I assumed some asshole was screwing with me. So, I finish replying to the same message and get phished again. And when you get phished Tom blocks your whole myspace page, so it's annoying. Once I fix it, I notice this new link, with books on it. I have already told you that I am a major nerd for books, so I click on it. It's utterly ridiculous. Every idiot on God's Green Earth are publishing books on nonsense, so why can't I, a girl with lot's of stories, write? Why are my ideas being stifled. It's completely unfair, I mean, it is. I have been through about a million things, although I can't say that I found God and am all holy holy, like a certain ex-KORN member, but I know I'd be great. So, the main point I won't to make, is Up Yours, dumb literary experts. Koko is gonna take this world by the balls. I will be awesome!
kOkO
About Me
Hello, my name is Koko. Some call me loud one, others just call me Koko. The entire reason I decided to start up Utter Insanity, is because I, myself, am just sort of crazy. I have about a million conspiracies. Some my mom say are far fetched and some that actually make a hell of a lot of sense. So, I guess I'm curious as to whether or not others will agree. I think my creative mind and nose for a good story qualify me to become a writer. I want to start in journalism so I'm not exactly poor, ya know. Writing is my life. I love it. I can't stop reading and writing. I wanted to start my first piece and call it the Barbie Rant. Here goes.
I honestly think Barbie was not meant for little girls. Some genious decided to make Barbies as sort of weird statement: This is what all women should look like. It's like ever since Barbie, every white chick for miles wants to be thin with tetherball tits and blonde hair. Ya know? I myself would look ridiculous trying to be Babrie, since thin isn't something you would actually describe me. I'm big, but I sure as hell am sexxy. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a humongous fat monstrous girl, who insists that she is in fact beautiful. I honestly think I am. If I was a bit taller and like a size down, I would model. But so far, I don't think I'll be growing 5 inches. So those hopes are long gone. You see, I tend to drift from my main point, its a huge problem I have. Back to Barbie. I honestly think that Barbie at first was actually meant to be a role model. Not originally of course, since I hear she used to be a German sex doll, but when she was introduced to America at first they had good intentions. Until they noticed the millions of little girls who wanted to be exactly like her. That's when things began to go insane! Barbie starts having a fucking million and three jobs, and what kills me is how Barbie can save you from a heart attack, and then months later I notice how this tramp just barely got her degree. Thanx, but no thanx Barb, I'd rather just die than have you fishin' around in me and you dont even know what the hell you're doing. To me, Fashion labels and The Man used Barbie. If Barbie says being a bleach blonde with a surfboard is cool, all the girls wanted it. And then they grew up, already trained to imitate a doll, they imitated celebrities and what magazine articles told them to do. In a way, to me, Barbie screwed us. Just like she's screwing Ken. And the worst part for me, was like when they decided to give Barbie friends. I was totally happy when this chick was brainwashing the white girls, but now the hispanics and us blacks are being screwed and ther is nothing I can do. Except watch Babrie and her friends destroy what's left of our self-esteem. Thanks Barbie, you rock.
KoKo
I honestly think Barbie was not meant for little girls. Some genious decided to make Barbies as sort of weird statement: This is what all women should look like. It's like ever since Barbie, every white chick for miles wants to be thin with tetherball tits and blonde hair. Ya know? I myself would look ridiculous trying to be Babrie, since thin isn't something you would actually describe me. I'm big, but I sure as hell am sexxy. Don't get me wrong. I'm not a humongous fat monstrous girl, who insists that she is in fact beautiful. I honestly think I am. If I was a bit taller and like a size down, I would model. But so far, I don't think I'll be growing 5 inches. So those hopes are long gone. You see, I tend to drift from my main point, its a huge problem I have. Back to Barbie. I honestly think that Barbie at first was actually meant to be a role model. Not originally of course, since I hear she used to be a German sex doll, but when she was introduced to America at first they had good intentions. Until they noticed the millions of little girls who wanted to be exactly like her. That's when things began to go insane! Barbie starts having a fucking million and three jobs, and what kills me is how Barbie can save you from a heart attack, and then months later I notice how this tramp just barely got her degree. Thanx, but no thanx Barb, I'd rather just die than have you fishin' around in me and you dont even know what the hell you're doing. To me, Fashion labels and The Man used Barbie. If Barbie says being a bleach blonde with a surfboard is cool, all the girls wanted it. And then they grew up, already trained to imitate a doll, they imitated celebrities and what magazine articles told them to do. In a way, to me, Barbie screwed us. Just like she's screwing Ken. And the worst part for me, was like when they decided to give Barbie friends. I was totally happy when this chick was brainwashing the white girls, but now the hispanics and us blacks are being screwed and ther is nothing I can do. Except watch Babrie and her friends destroy what's left of our self-esteem. Thanks Barbie, you rock.
KoKo
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