Maturity, Is it a good thing?

Have you ever met someone and just wanted to scream at them to just act their age? I mean you see this little kid who’s barely old enough to do anything except pass water with his pisser but try and talk to him and suddenly you feel like you’re talking to some geriatric with nothing better to do in his free time but look at pictures of young boys, actually given the way he acts, I wouldn’t be surprised if he does…
I mean it’s alright to be a little mature but when you’re being confused with geriatrics I mean by then you should’ve realized that something’s pretty messed up with the way you’re acting. Why can’t you just take your bike out for a ride and throw rocks at anything that you pass by while you shout something offensive? These kinds of people really scare me. It’s like they’re rushing to get old and if I’m not mistaken, he probably hangs around in a nursing home so he could “hang with his homies”.
Please little kids, go have some fun, leave the cynicism, sarcasm and all that emotional crap about how the world will just love to fuck you over at the slightest chance to those that have actually experienced it and not to people whose idea of experiencing the world is reading old history textbooks when they should be outside playing or doing something lame and stupid or even taking drugs…
And parents, stop it…Your kids want to have fun unless they get picked on and get beaten up at school nobody wants to sit at home and become a smartass at 11 and even if your kid actually does enjoy it…You’ve got yourself a problem, a big one…
One more thing…Intelligence may be a turn on…But at 12…It fucking scares the shit out of me…

Friends?

I’ve been wondering lately, do friends really exist or have we finally completely and utterly destroyed all meaning to that term? I mean what does that word mean to you? Someone you can use? Someone who’s there whenever you need something? Someone you have complete control over?

Or is it just someone you can share your experiences with? Someone you can have a good time with? Someone who stands by you no matter how tough things get?

Seriously, just like everything else in this age that we live in, friends have become obsolete, something that holds us back, an obstacle to a better future, just one more rock that we have to step over to get where/what we want…

I mean, I’ve seen people who’ve known each other for years, only to admit that neither likes the other and that the only reason they’re “friends” is because of some mutual gain, something that both cannot afford to lose, these friendships are usually stronger and last longer than two people who’ve known each other since childhood and the only bond between them is that they both know the other person better than they know themselves…But seriously, think about it. What’s the point in having a friend if you can’t exploit him?

How many times have you exploited a friend? How many times have you backstabbed a friend? How many times have you fucked a friend over, just because you got bored of him?

Hell, we’re only human after all…

The Beast...

The beast stared him in the eye, the hollow of it’s socket seemed to look deep into his soul, like it knew every dirty little secret that he had kept throughout the years, nothing was sacred to the beast, it lived on his fantasy’s but the time to put it down has come.

He wrapped his fist around the base of the beasts head, just where its head connected with its snake like body, it seemed to groan, not realizing that this time was going to be different, it pulsated just like it always does, expanding in size at the merest hint of danger, an ingenious defense mechanism if that was what it truly was. He squeezed the beast, trying to rob it of it’s most precious substance but it seemed to backfire, instead of dying like it should have, the beast rose from it’s slumber, expanding to a size that was as inhuman as it was unholy, It’s hairy base latched on to his legs, it was part of him, he couldn’t escape it anymore…It’s hunger was his own, he felt it’s pain, he realized that it didn’t want to hurt him, but it couldn’t survive without doing so, he slid his hand down it’s base, instead of pain, the motion filled him with pleasure, he couldn’t understand what was happening with the beast, this was something new, something unexpected…

After what seemed like hours, the beast seemed no more done with him then he was done with it, but it couldn’t go on like this forever, it just couldn’t…With the last of his will he pulled out the needle thin knife he always kept with him, and stabbed the beast straight in the eye, It yelled out in pain, and it’s eye exploded, jettisoning a creamy white substance across its lair, the pain was excruciating but there was something else hidden within that emotion…It seemed like waves of pleasure were emanating from the creatures body…Filling the man with thoughts he couldn’t control…His thoughts seemed to no longer belong to him, the beast an evil parasite with the power to control his emotions and thoughts at any moment…He would have to learn to control it if he was to survive…