When the NPS Take Over

I wish it were more widely accepted to walk around in your underwear. I walk around the house in my underwear and bra a lot. Especially in the summer. I mean... not only is it extremely comfortable in general, but also... it's hot as balls out here! And during the day, there are small things I need to do outside such as take out the trash or check the mail... perhaps get something from my car. And honestly... I'm way too fuckin' lazy to put on something that's just going to be on for a second. Usually I'll put on a tank top and walk out. Fuck pants! They're way too much of a pain in the ass. They're hot, they drag on the ground (I'm not one for putting on shoes either), and they always seem to slip off my ass without a belt anyway so... what's the point? They just get in the way. And I'm only going outside for a second anyway.

So I walk outside pantsless and usually I'm never phased by it... at least until a car full of cholos come booming down the street; heads hanging out the windows with their tongues stickin' out. Then it reminds me of how unaccepted it is to go outside in such attire... or lack of attire. I think the only way I can reach this comfortable atmosphere is if I either get a place out in the middle of nowhere with no neighbors or busy streets... or join a nudest community. I do want to experience a nudest community actually... Maybe not live there, but experience it for a short while. Someday...

- Cosh
Member of the NPS. (No Pants Society)

While the Heavens Laugh

You know when you get super stressed out and pissed off... and at some point, for whatever reason, you have to find something in your room but can't seem to find it for the life of you... and it always seems to be that thing that you put away in a specific place so you know you'd remember it later... and you always forget... so you tend to scramble through the same areas where you thought it'd be over and over as if it'd appear the 10th time you've checked it... and you're throwing shit around in frustration... then you finally give up and storm out... and when you come back to your room a bit after you've calmed down and look at the wreck that you've made... not only do you regret that tantrum... but you end up finding what you were looking for with ease.

Yup... just had that moment.

My Life on a Single Sheet of Paper

Assignment: Describe your entire life on a single sheet of paper.

I took a sheet of paper and burned a hole in the middle. The hole starts off small and continues to grow with every second giving the paper a different shape. The the glowing red circle pulses. An explosion of black and brown surround it. Grey ashes fall slowly to the ground, lingering below the paper. Grey smoke dances quickly to the sky only before vanishing leaving nothing but a soothing scent to remember it by. People gather around for warmth. Some gather around for the beauty. As the hole grows, it become crisp and soon separates into different pieces. This confuses the eye. No one knows what piece to really look at and concentrate on. But eventually the small pieces disappear to ash and large piece still burns away. By this time, different bodies surround the paper. Some stayed around since the beginning, some came and went. Once the fire is out, the paper is gone along with the warmth. All that remains are the ashes tumbling away with the wind and the sweet scent of the invisible smoke.
And it is beautiful.