KRIS JASPER

I'm feeling sick since yesterday afternoon. I could feel my tonsils about to explode. Not that I mind, I am actually enjoying it. My cold will justify why I swallow a buffet of chemicals. Chemicals that remind me that my life is like a pair of shoes; shoes that people wear to step on shit; Shoes that no one wants to wear. The only coruscation of hope I tightly hold on to at this moment is my black wristband, this black wristband that I saw and bought in TopMan. This wristband makes me feel layman: active, sporty, sweaty.

This I wore last Tuesday: A/F shirt on top of plain brown Gap longsleeve shirt, TopMan's straight cut jeans, Duffer sneakers and that cross from TopMan.




Yesterday was Friday, and this is what I wore: A plain white shirt on top of Zara's black and grey longsleeve shirt, and completed it with RiverIsland's check scarf, plus my usual Bootcut jeans and boots. In whole, I looked like that:




That's the haircut I was talking about. It's not good, innit? It's short, boring and has a mind of its own. I cant dictate them where to side.

I went to the gym just before starting this post. No one's in there maybe due to this heavy rain. Then I saw ______, and ______had a haircut too. I havent seen ______ for 2 weeks now. Our eyes met, and we _________. Then __________ changed clothes. Maybe _______'s trying to impress me? Maybe just showing off? Maybe this time?

Anyway, for a very long time (it started this morning), I am feeling bored with my profession. I plan to change career. I want to be a story teller, like JK Rowling or even just JRR Tolkien. I want to make a story book dedicated to children. I will start the adventures of

CHUNKY CUNTH AND DINGO DICKH.

Once upon a time when witches, goblins and elves lived and breathed with normal freaks. In a land far, far away called "Fatsybutt" where dusts are inhaled and air can be cooked, there lived a lady who will agree to everything the queen would say, and a gentleman who revolts against the system coz no one likes him. Her name is Chunky Cunth and his name is Dingo Dickh.

Chunky Cunt is a descendent of Chakra Khan Cunth, an ex-senator of Fatsybutt who wasnt happy with the way Queen Omegamumo lorded her empire. Chakra Khan Cunth exiled herself to the twin mountains of Butt. No one knows if she is still alive, or might go down from the slopes of Mt. Butt to attack Queen Omegamumo on a day no one dares to hope. But before Chakra Khan Cunth went up the hill to fetch a pale of water, she left her only daughter to her only bestfriend (cause Chakra's anti social), Verjen Beyatch.

Dingo Dickh is a soldier who has no f*cking idea how to even defend himself. His brain is full of resent, complaints, and air; not even a single drop of knowledge can be microscoped if his brain dissected. Dingo Dickh's father, Hugo Twath, is Chakra Khan Cunth's ex-lover. So no one knows if Chunky Cunth and Dingo Dickh are blood siblings, or simply nuisances of society. But this can be told, Dickh is always inside Cunth 's house.

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Uhm.... I do not know how to continue it now.... I'd really appreciate it if you'd help me continue this wholesome story. You can email it to me, or just leave it in the comments thingy. Please help me reach my dream of becoming a children's storyteller.