Happy birthday dad!

yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

p.s.
my last blog post isnt meant to take serious, dont call the cops on me ;D

p.s.p.s.
What if i just made my "p.s." so i can fool you into believing that my last blog post was fake.

p.s.p.s.p.s.
What if i made my "p.s.p.s." to distract you, so you would forget about my last post, and just focus on my "p.s.'s"
hm.

p.s.p.s.p.s.p.s
;)

I could get arrested for this.

My fingers are trembeling, Im nervous.
I dont know if I can do it. I dont know if I can, I dont think so.
Fuck.
Everything I've previously done, has lead up to this exact moment, and I don't know if I'm even going to follow through with it.
I grab a big pieace, damn the stench.
The tall man is standing to my left, i think he is nervous too. we are finally going to do what we talked about for ever now.
I turn blue, my stomache turns, yet im so curious.
we promise eachother to do it at the same time....
3....2....1....
I take a bite,  tears run down my face, followed by the blood. A thousand toughts infest my mind.
At first i didn't know why i started to cry. maybe if it was the realization that i just did something that changed my title, and life forever... or the fact, that i just did something immoral...
But then, i found out, it was tears of joy.
I achieved it, and i liked it. it was amazing. the best taste ever, we both look at eachtoehr and laugh.
hes got some stuck in his teeth, blood on his chin.
I knew we were close friends now, for we share one thing that seperates us from the world.
We are now, officially, Cannibals.

Welcome back Trevor.

  Everything I seem to touch, has a taste, a taste i can taste through my finger tips. But only they aren't my finger tips, they are valleys. Valleys, that have been walked on for centurys by important men and women of history. But now, they are dead, dead valleys. And with my eyes i look at these valleys, and it seems as if men are walking on them now. But only in reverse.   I wipe my eyes as I see this reverse in time on my finger tips. I decide to taste my own valleys, with my eye. I stick my fingertips on the whites of my left eye. I can taste it. So i push harder, and harder, and harder. I can't see out that eye no more, which is nothing new. Because my whole life, I've already gone through not being able to see anyway. In a more philosophical sense. I wipe my sticky bloody valleys on my jeans. A long red line on my jeans catch my right eye. it starts to move, its a river, my legs are land. Little men and women start to jump over the river, hop hop hop. I laugh, hysterically, and in this laugh i smelt happiness. finally, i've reached the stage of happiness. I leaned back in my chair, the chair tilts, and keeps tilting. Tilt tilt tilt tilt tilt, all the way back until i reach right back where i was. I am now upright. so i stand up out of my chair, and quickly scream and jump back on. I forgot im on a floating chair, that was a close one. I look down, i try to see the town i once loved below me, but im too high. i kick off my shoes. they start to fall for about 15 seconds but then suddenly stop in mid air. my phone rings, i answer it with my mind.
  "Hello?" I said in my head.
  "Hi." Said the chair im sitting in... I hang up, I don't like it when my chair calls me.
  I sit for what seemed about 14 minutes, when in reality its been a lifetime. I bite my valley, I hear screams from inside. I want to know what words they scream of. So i stick my finger in my ear, i push it in, more and more and more and more. I fall off my chair.
  Twenty minutes went by of me falling, and falling. I guess i blacked out when my valley touched my brain. I'm still falling, but its okay, because the air on my feet feels nice. i take off my pants, no need to die trapped in clothes. Ive been trapped enough, why suffer my last minutes of life? I try to take off all my clothes, but every time i take off my pants, theres another pair under it. I frantically continue to take off my endless pairs of pants. Please, don't let me die in my pants, my right eye screams. My right eye continues to scream, i shut it up by carressing it with my valley. I give up on my pants, and just let my self continue to fall. When suddenly my body starts to tear it self in half. my intenstines start to fall out and fall with my, they are smiling. They smiled so wide, i couldnt help to smile back. I felt suddenly ohhhh so bliss. My intenstines smiled and unforgettable smile, i cant get it out of my mind, its just soooooo, serene. I kiss them, i kiss all of them.
  Crash.
  I hit the floor, my body parts speard across the floor. Its a nice spongey floor, with Giant ants marching back and forth. They see my body parts, and gather them into a hill, and gaurd it. Viewing this from my holographic ghost like body, i was sure they were going to eat my body. But instead they idolize it, and then they start to chant. over and over. When suddenly they can see my holographic body.
  "We have called your spirit Trevor, to grant you a second life" The queen ant says. "Do you accept?" I nod, but i dont stop nodding, i just keep nodding and nodding. "there is one rule, if you were to tell anyone on directly that you are living all over again, we will vanish your soul.. But we can not stop you from indirectly writing about this hour, for people to read on their on free will. If someone asks about what you wrote, don't agree, don't nod, don't sigh, because you never heard them. ignore it with all your might. Also, dont re live your life insanely, be calm, and only do minor things. Dont get your self in too much trouble, and be respectful. use what you learned."
  My body is back in contact, my valleys are finger tips again, my senses are in the right order, and im back on earth. July fourth, 2009. is when i came back to earth and became conscious again. So techniquelly, anything before that year didnt really to me directly, just to my robotic soul taking in order for me to spawn back in this time line.
 So its been my first year, concious, on this earth. and im ready to make it worth it, im still new to living again, i was to used to my life on the chair, my last stage of life before i fell down to die, only to be reborn. So everything to me is just so, new. So it might take time before i really start to take advantage of my second life, my second chance.
  So welcome me back, but i won't respond.
Im not alowed to.

Flying Flammer, The Dragon.

Hello, my name is Trevor... But people call me Jack.

    I'm not to sure why people call me Jack, in fact, they don't call me Jack at all. In fact, I think I'm the only one who calls me Jack. So I honestly have no clue of the point of these first sentences. So let me start over fresh, with a story. Now this is a true story, I kid you not. And it is a story with a moral, now I'm not too sure what the moral is, because I haven't even wrote it yet. But I'm pretty sure it might end with a moral, and if it doesn't, who really cares?

   Once upon a true time, there was a dragon. Now this wasn't your typical dragon, oh no no, this was a gay dragon. People who usually call this dragon, Flying Flammer, but his real name is actually, Flamming Flyer. This dragon wasn't too nice, oh no no, he was a mean flamming queen. He would skip to town everyday, burning down the stores that didnt carry his style of clothing, and called people rude names. Rude names such as "bo bop, shiggidy ho slop, and bee hop no stop", the usuall names given off by mean gay dragons.

  One day, Flamming Flyer Skipped to town like always, when suddenly, he stepped on something that seemed to make a pleasant squishy sound. It was a kid.

  "Mister, Mister, you seemed to have squished me.." Said the squished boy.

  "Ya, so what..." Gayly snarled the Flammin Dragon.

  "Well, I'd prefer you scrap me off your feet dear sir, and let me on my way" Calmly remarked the boy.

  "Ya, and why should i do that! So you can go run off to your mean friends, and chant 'Flying Flammer' and make fun of me. Well it aint going to happen, you 'bo-bop shiggidy ho-slop'" The kid was silent, the dragon scared him. For he had never been called such mean names. "Thats what i thought" Snarled the dragon. "I guess its time for me to eat you." Flamming Flyer peeled off the boy and brought the boy to his mouth. Then, right in front of his beady gay eyes, he saw, a rainbow patch on the boys jacket.The dragon held him there for what seemed for an eternity, and stoped what he was doing. The boy, whom was now crying, was obviously hurt by the rude name calling. The dragon set the boy down, and the boy smiled as wide as he could, and skipped away.

  Now there is many theories why the dragon let the boy free, many theories having to do with how the stars were aligned that day and such. There was so many theories why he done this, because he had never let a victim go until this day. I'm not too fond of the star theories, for I have my own theory. I believe that the dragon saw him self in the boy. The boy was gay, squished by a higher power, and called names. The boy was innocent and peacefull until one changing day. And if the boy got away without seeing the dragons sympathy, he might of gone on to become a gay bully. The dragon didn't want to be a bully, the dragon saw how much it hurts others, just as it hurt himself. Its an endless cycle, as well as a pointless cycle, why hurt others as you were hurt your self? Ever since that day, Flammin Flyer didn't hurt a soul, and people suddenly liked him.

 So go ahead, be nice to the next gay dragon you see, and who knows how many lives you will change.