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Dino is a dickface bird...
Anonymous
Dinnno bites are the name of a store brand cereal I ate as a child. In fifth grade, I had a fun little group assignment that required us to say our names and then a food item with the beginning letter of our first name, I.e. Sarah Spaghetti. So as the rotation neatly draws closer to me, I notice there were more D’s than I expected to be in one class. In fact, the kid before me has a D to. So, as all the simple food items like donut and Danish were taken, I thought to what I ate that morning. Swiftly recalling the latent memory, I exclaim,“D______ Dinno bites!!” Oblivious to my blunder, I bore a gloated smile on my face. It didn’t take long for my class to retort in a wave of laughter and confusion. I believe I taught them about store brand cereals, due to a dead peer acknowledgement They nicknamed me dinnno bites and burdened me with it till I moved in the 8th grade.
Probably not the best response, but you understand my drift :)
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My personal quest for Nirvana
It’s not everyday that I want to blow my brains out. It’s more like, every other hour. I burrowed myself deep within depression, and no one can help me. I can’t rely on maybes, I can’t rely on theories, and I certainly can’t rely on people. So what do I put my faith in? What’s gonna make me happy? I believe this is the start of my quest for peace.
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At night, when the lights are off and the room is dim, I think about it the most. The desire to escape scratches my will, freedom from the congestion becomes a priority. I hadn’t the slightest clue about how the body processes such raw impulses till I first attempted. Then every attempt after that felt more vague than the last. But there was something odd about this night. Something ominous, beckoning. Calling me to join it. My first step into the path was like walking into an empty glass house. Nothing was out of sight or out of range, nothing was falsely placed. I strolled until I was lost then stopped at a towering tree with an thick branch hanging over me. It sent ripples down my back just looking at it. Thinking this is it, this is where I’ll be found. I took off my belt and looped the buckle tight around my neck, and pulled it. Then threw the end over the branch and tied it as tightly as I could. When I looked down from where I was, there was no fear, no remorse, just commitment. I didn’t take a last breath or utter a single tear, I just jumped…
There was a light beaming down on me, I see it every now and then in my sleep but when I got up from the ground, it had been my first time seeing it. My face felt dirty and there were marks around my neck. I checked my surroundings and I realized what had happened. The broken buckle from the belt lay close to my numb legs, my heart beating faster than I could count. But the feeling, the adrenaline from the event kicked my ass into a new gear. Nothing from that point on felt so freeing, it would be some time before I felt something so humbling, so inspiring, the weight of my worries sifted through my soul. I accepted life for the dramatic comedy relief it was, and incepted a persona I could face in life now. One with fewer emotions and less regard. The event changed me, and made me come to a conclusion. God doesn’t want me to live, he just hates cheap belts.
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