my life is no more interesting than that of the next guys; I guarantee it. yet, very much like the next guy, i feel the need to regurgitate my every thought onto the world wide web. every word I've typed so far has made me feel even less interesting than i already viewed myself. because yes, the first two sentences the title, and this very word are lies.
if you're reading this; you know me
if you know me; you know what i'm about to say
if you know what i'm about to say, then why are you still reading?
every story has rising action, a climax, and falling action. the latter being least entertaining, and inaccurately named, and the state i'm constantly living in. my problems are solved by running to the end of the book, it truly works wonders, but i need a disaster, full fledged hospital bound are-we-gonna-make it disaster. and how wonderful, i live in a false world, where fairy tales are held in the non-fiction sections of libraries, physics and Cinderella. my perfection. my life.
but for those of you who don't know me. I am Michael anthony DeRoos. the aptly and falsely named. i am the father, son, and motherfucking holy spirit, and i love you. because i have little else i can do. i don't know you, or the colour of your eyes, or your brain, or your skin. I have no preconceived judgments. i am completely ignorant of your flaws and yes, despite what you chose to post on myspace in junior high, this is love. I hope that as you learn more about me than the three posted lies, you'll find my words, if not my life, interesting enough to read the next line.
follow me and please, hold on.
good first post. i like the motherfucking holy spirit line
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ReplyDeleteFollowing and anticipating the next one! (Cause that wasn't cheesy... >>)