It's only a matter of time

The sun will expand 'til it collapses on itself
Pulling all of us in then recreating everything
The frozen ice will melt flooding all the world within
Then evaporate, leaving fish drowning in the wind

It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
Every single one of you is going to die
The end is fucking nigh

A meteor will hit us and the cockroaches will win
Then evolve until they're talking shit and buying everything
Then the aliens invade, doing alien type things
Manipulating minds to a species suicide

It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
You my friend are going to die before it is your time
The end is fucking nigh

Silent epidemics infecting all thats living
Until all of us are sterile and incapable of breading
The stress of working every day and the fear of living alone
Starts two world wars, one with bombs, the last with sticks and stones

It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
You and you and you and you and you are going to die
The end is fucking nigh

Jesus gonna come down and decide who's good to go
And the rest of us will be stuck here in a soundless lightless show
Where we'll burn within the rivers and gnash our gums and bleed
'Cos we lived short lives as sinners, now we'll burn for eternity

It's only a matter of time

Friends - they come and they go

I have no purpose for writing this blog, I just felt like writing. I don't want to be thought of as a babbling kind of guy, so unless you're bored and feel like reading thought patterns - go ahead.

These are things I've noticed a lot lately:

1. Timing is everything (EVERYTHING).
   
2. Information is something that continually changes, so even if you knew everything, you'd only know it for the slightest of moments until you know nothing again.
   
3. Nothing really changes, only relationships, locations and situations.
4. People can change. They generally don't though.
5. Goats are evil - have you SEEN their eyes? little rectangular pupil freaks.
6. You can depend on people, just don't... depend on them and you'll be a lot happier.
   

These aren't revelations at all, millions of people have had these emancipation moments way before me, but everything you learn you learn again in a different context. Sometimes you feel like a complete imbecile from falling for the same thing twice, or three times. But it never really is the same. There's always a world of difference. It doesn't look like it from the outside, but there is.

I don't like writing metaphorical things, I like solid stuff. I shall make... a story.

In High School there was a guy called... Big Toe. He had potential to be quite a smart guy, but the temptation of being cool was way too strong for him, so he smoked a lot of weed and went to a lot of parties where he pretended to be really drunk most of the time.
This got quite boring so one day he and a friend ventured down to the local pub and just walked around the outside. The back door was unlocked, and within arms reach was every kind of bottle of booze you can imagine. Refrigerated.
There was about five seconds of hesitation before one of them grabbed a bottle and they ran to the oval under a tree. Johnny Walker, Red Label. Bottoms up, they skulled a few mouthfulls of it and then smashed it against a piece of concrete.

They went and got more.

And more.

And even more. This cannot be overexaggurated.

There was one moment where one of the friends was holding four Strongbows upside down, pouring it into the other's mouth. The next half an hour included a lot of throwing up and a bit of passing out. Feeling invincible and drunk at about 3pm, they both ran through the car park. One of them got hold of
1. A fire hydrant
2. A tank of oil
3. Matches

The fire hydrant activated by one of them created massive puffs of white clouds, while within the fog the other was busy lighting matches and dropping it into the large canister.

There was blackness. Then there was dizziness. Then there were two people dropping matches into the canister. The oil being handled by the two teenagers got spilled all over the place.

Then there was more blackness. More dizziness. Then there were three large men running towards these two boys. Within the blackness one of the boys noticed the other was being held up by the neck while he was being screamed at.

They were fucked. Thievery, underage alcohol consumption, vandalism. What else. In his finest moment of wisdom the raised throttled friend extended his number 1 finger and pointed his arm west. Through a strained, choked voice he managed to gasp out the words
"They went that way"

Instantly he was dropped to the ground. From criminals to victims in four words and one instant.
"Show us"

The two teenagers were too drunk to walk straight. From an outsiders point of view it seemed like they had been too beaten and terrorised to walk straight. Big Toe got on his bike. Big Toe then got off his bike. Drunk riding is infinetly harder than it sounds, especially when you're that blind.

The two boys led them to a nearby Primary School where their beloved past teachers were finishing their day. The boys were now circled by pissed off car owners and their previous teachers.
The car owners recounted the almost unbelievable story about how these two boys were terrorised by older boys, forced to drink alcohol, beaten up then almost lit on fire. The boys said they just wanted to go home, and also wished to remain anonymous.

Upon getting home and showering, that night Big Toe, now coming down badly from being extremely drunk, sat in the lounge room with his family. GWN news came on.

"Tonight hear about how today, two boys who wish to remain anonymous were terrorised, forced to drink and almost lit on fire"

Big Toe's parents were disgusted. How could anyone do such a thing? In their own home town? Imagine that these criminals are still on the loose, free to subject poor innocent people to these things. What kind of maniacs live in this town?

Big Toe retired to bed, and didn't sleep for weeks.