Always Remember: Never Veer into Unexpected Events

So yesterday, as I was walking down the street and thinking to myself, "Hey, you know what'd be awesome?"If superman tried to punch batman in the mouth, and batman, knowing what was to come, created a new kryptonite that allowed him to switch his body and brains with that of superman, effectively rendering superman a weakling who has no more powers, and no intelligence (of previous design), leaving batman to not only be the world's greatest detective, but the world's first superpowered detective."
And trying to think of a rap to come up with the rhyme that had proper timing and an awesome bass kick,
I met a man who was lying on the ground, just looking up at the sky with a drabby look to his body and a glassy look in his eye
And so immediately, I decided to move to the opposite side of the sidewalk. Why I did this, the reason will forever elude me. For I have a habit of not thinking before I act; I once lit a tree on fire then tried to douse it with coffee. Never burn plastic tires after they've been dipped in oil.
Some might think I'm a serial arsonist, that I will cause some sort of bodily harm to myself and everyone around me, causing a blackhole of vile matter to condense into a cloud that sucks up all of the energy which we call life. To these people I say, true.

But the real reason I decided to walk on the far side of the sidewalk, even though it put me at both a greater risk of death in case a car unexpectedly lost a tire, or got a burnt engine, or a man was drunk and ran onto the road to show his prowess at the contemptful art of public urination and forced a driver to move to the side of the road, and, eventually, crash into me, thus causing my death, or the less likely scenario of him being a secretly trained assassin who has been monitoring me for most of my life and is going to attempt to rid the world of my presence, since he is obviously a time traveler as well, and mammoths are really not a proper way to kill someone, so instead he disguised himself as a hobo and his mammoth as his cardboard sign which simply states "Do not donate to this man. I dare ya!" in order to gain my trust and make me, nay, force me to let down my guard so that he is able to change the future world in which I am an omnipotent future teller who wishes to control the world but can not and has instead made it a better place to live for everyone else. In the second scenario, this man will be the first person to master time travel, and has correctly reviewed my extremely detailed biography to know where I will be and at what time (though if he had used this biography, he would not have needed to monitor me for my habits. Alas, if the terminator has been any lesson to us, it is that nothing from the future, save things contained in a biological suit of skin (regardless of the containers contents), is able to travel back in time), thus creating an attempted assassination.

Therefore, Batman win. Period.
Unless superman has met with me, and thus, knows of the future. But that, is of another scenario.

"But what do you mean, wear the protective lead shielding?"

Today a man came to our school
l in order to discuss the problems
of black history month;
and the over exuberance that we face
and our problems,
which would take longer than just a month
to explain
And even though I did not think or believe
that what he was saying or trying to conceive
would have any emotional bearing and he'd leave
without causing me to grieve,
I was wrong

For though he talked and talked about
simple social problems and what
god would and could and should look like
and how we'd treat that woulda coulda shoulda
but didn't
and the way that our rents would sacrifice
their whole lives just to be with us
the simpletons of life and of an entirely new level
show me the reason we've got to not appreciate them
and i'll take

Of course anything i write will be simply unspoken word
going to ears which are not listening
to either me or to themselves, or to he
and we will fall from grave eventually unless we try
to commit suicide of this simple way of life
and be prepared to both be reborn,
and make ourselves be reborn
then we'll find both peace
and love
through the desensitization.

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wow, i went on for a while didn't i?

So I told him, "It's just an experiment."

I must say, I never would have envisioned myself writing a blog.

Really, it's true. While the people who know me may wonder as to how or even why such a person as myself would commit themselves to a dedication (I must admit, I haven't ever been one for commitments; the last commitment I made was to finish my first game on the PS3. Admittedly, it's been over two months since I started and I have barely reached the halfway point).

When the concept of a blog was first taught to me back in 2005, I remember myself thinking "why in the world would anyone take the time to sit down and post pieces of writing relating to themselves for the fancy of strangers?".
Truly, I found the whole experience somewhat displeasing to me, seeing as it's nothing more than a simple rambunction of experiences from the day of.

However, I have begun to blog simply for one reason: to improve my ability to both type at a faster speed and better my ability as a literary writer.

Hopefully, somebody out there will decide to read this at some point and will thus have given me some reason for the choice of words I rather carefully picked (and will be picking) both today and in the future.

And if the time comes when the internet becomes sentient, and gathers its information based on what we humans have posted on the internet, then perhaps I will be so honoured as to have my blog read as a representation of what humanity may be like, if it was not correctly adjusted in the brain.

This is my first post, signing off.