Fucking sandcastles.
Thursday, June 29th, 2006I hate sandcastles, I fucking do.
What’s the point of this entry then?
To expose all the EVILS of my greatest pet peeve ‘damned sandcastles’.
I was once a very patient kid. People used to praise that virtue of mine. But it’s because of one fucking sandcastle everything changed.
Oh how they allure me, seemingly wanting me to touch them, mold them into creation. Turn them into visions of countless happy endings, countless walks and countless laughs. Oh fucking sandcastles, they tease me into creating a dynasty fit for humanity.
Where day and night bring nothing but utmost prosperity.
Then with a wave of paradoxed despair. Those hopes and dreams vanish. Colliding with the source that built them. They collapse into an oblivion of eternal uniformity.
DAMNED SANCASTLES, they are the cause of all the DISASTERS of the world!
INCREASE OF CRIME RATE. RAT INFESTATIONS. LOCUST SWARMS. POVERTY. POLITICAL CORRUPTION.
DAMNED DAMNED DAMNED SANDCASTLES!
IF I COULD JUST GET MY HANDS ON THEM, I’D STAB THEM IN THE NECK WITH MY FINGERNAILS! MY FINGERNAILS OF VALOR!
I WOULD STRANGLE THEM!
THEY WOULD MEET THEIR FATE IN WAR!
WAGE WAR AGAINST THEM DAMNED SANDCASTLES.
Maybe I’m crazy, yeah, that’s probably it.
But it’s always a wonder finding out the most ridiculous pet peeve of a person. How bout you? What’s your ’sandcastle’?