|Emily AC: Multi-Talented Comedian||
I become inspired by everything! My viewers are doing the most! You do care! You care a lot... And I knew my care bears were out there. I know a lot of people think the idea of brainwashing is cruel... but might I suggest it is only cruel when used for malicious purposes.
If you look inside yourself for the those intimate pieces of wholesome truth... you'll find we all agree. There's nothing wrong with stating the obvious in cyberspace just to help some grow a conscience.
You are helping these people. They have been neglected of the proper tools to find real love. Even if you haven't found your one love, yet (or many--you get what I mean--love, at all)... you know all of the fanciful love qualities they told you about in fairytales... now take away the glorification and replace it with comfort.
Comfort all over the world... just by saying nice things on fb and twitter and making it chain status'!
What a magnificent relief from the terror and the over-abundance of disgusting sexual fetishes and the constant rambles of psychopathic fits over nonsense.
I became inspired this morning by... a spider. There is much to say about the beautiful spiders that's positive, isn't there?
I like to think of a spider as a walking carapiece. This is because of it's crunchy exoskeleton. Though I enjoy the sound of a crunchy spider-death... Nothing beats a flaming spider... simply because they burn so quickly!!!
I don't delight in harming anyone other than assholes... but I would never harm them by fire. I would choose a more humane method to teach my lessons... namely... those you can recover from!!!
The spider goes up immediately! *poof* There it went! Hopefully it doesn't feel like a long time for spiders... because I have psychopathic delight in lighting the fuckers up... on account of the sores on my boobs left from the bastards in MN during the many winters of my life where they got desperate and fed upon the blood of the sleeping giants!!!
They go for fleshy spots because the blood rushes to the surface quickly. I hate them. I decide their fates. I am judge, jury, and executioner.
I am certain that every spider I burn alive has never bitten me before except for two. Most definitely the spider larval sacs I've burned up... followed by frantic mother (YES!!! I AM THE ANTICHRIST!!! I... BURN... BABY... SPIDERS... ALIVE... IN FRONT OF THEIR MOTHERS...
...and then I murder the mothers in the same way! psychopath!!! I will never stop!
This morning, however... I spared a spider's life. Yes... I'm like a member of the third reich picking my jews with care... but with spiders. I actually like jews (ask my single/open relationship days)...
This was a gorgeous little spider weaving it's web. The sun was up just enough the spider's line... that I instinctively wanted to find and burn before the spider's firey demise... was invisible!
I kept moving around... bobbing up and down to find the spider's line... I could not. So I was forced to watch the little shit weaving it's web.
The intricate patterning of the leg movements... each one expertly in time within miliseconds of each other in a row. I was listening to versaemerge "clocks" at the perfect moment where ethereal musical pattern met one of the spider's main anchoring lines broke...
now the spider was dancing on air... I decided to dance along... what more could I do??? the spider's web was in the middle of spider nestville (haven't gone nuts with the torch, yet... have been letting the urge to kill relent)...
So the spider danced on air while my feet were planted firmly on the ground. Then the spider caught its bearing and found way to the nearest trip-line.
The spider spun very quickly straight-down. Just then... the wind blew, again, and the spider moved faster downward at the sametime the light caught the line...
The spider was determined to have the web in that location... when one of it's lines broke... it stopped weaving and went to it's main line... connecting top to bottom... and secured the line with more thread in a spiraling pattern for a line three times as thick!
Then the spider went to work on the next most important threads. I get you, spider... I hate you; but you're beautiful and intelligent. You have certain skills I will never possess--I am humbled in your display of superiority in these areas...
...so you shall live... FOR NOW!!!
*I shall never kiss a spider, so here's a wave from a distance*