Writing what I think others cannot tell. There is nothing deeper than the skin.
The heart of the skin - FIRT IDEAS IN A JOURNEY OF STORY TELLING
Premise : EVERY THOUGHT, ACTION AND WORD THAT DWELLS IN THE WORLD OF THE BRIGHT SCREENS WILL BE CAPITALIZED.
WHATSUP: WHAT IF I COULD SEND HER A HEART. A GIANT BEATING ONE. THANK YOU WHATSUP FOR ALLOWING ME TO DO SO!!!! OH WAIT -SLIDE- -SLIDE- -SLIDE- FRIENDS- PORN- TIME- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRGH SLIDE DOWN PICTURES MEMORIES - MY FRIEND IS COOL AM I COOL - IM DRINKING THE WORDS IM DRINKING THE WORDS DONT KNOW WHAT IM DRINKING WILL THEY EVER LISTEN TO ME?
"What must it be like to live on the face of someone?" Jarren was pondering on that volatile thought, as he was walking home from college. "Should I even ask such a quesiton? Or am I being crazy again?," he thought grinding his teeth.
WHATSUP : DESTINY AWAITS YOU JARREN IF ONLY YOU SLIDE THE SCREEN DOWN DOWN DOWN, LET ME SOOTH YOUR NERVES WITH SOME IMAGES, DRINK DRINK DOWN DOWN, TOUCH MY SCREEN WITH YOUR FINGERRRRSSSSSSSS BABY CARESS ME WITH YOUR EROTIC DESIRES!!!
"Oh no!! Those thoughts again!" he thought,"why can't I just walk home and be NORMAL!" It It was 2 am and he had just finished writing an essay in the library. He considered himself to be a loner in the midst of an exiting university life. His shoes were pointing straight and were treading along with him on wet pavement. They pointed wherever Jarren's mind was, and that night, they pointed nowere. His hands were feeling the phone in his pocket and he was reminded of the coalition of dreamers in the university. Will they ever know that I don't follow their creed?
Jarren was friends with a guy called Kevin. A great guy overall. He kept his silence as the world shook the very foundations of his ears with sore loudness. He texted him that night as he approached the doors to his apartment. WHATSUP: KEVIN BRO THANKS I GOT THE INVITE TO TOMORROWS MEETING, I'L LET YOU KNOW IF IL COME. BTW I DON'T KNOW IF IL TRY THIS NEW NERVE SCREEN THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT.
He pulled his back pack from his shoulders in his room. "What a mess!!" he thought, "when will I ever have time to clean up the filth under my toes?." "Well let me go to bed, I think I'm gonna mastrubate now with my phone." He masturbates on the floor. Then he texts his mom telling her the day went ok and that he was going to have an exam next week. SLUMBER NO DREAMS.
Rrrrriiinnnggggggg rrrriiinngggg rrrriiiinnggggg, Jarren Jarren Jarren wake up wake up wake up wake up JARREN JARREN JARREN. Time to go to class. WHATSUPP FROM THE BROS GROUp" HEY GUYS KEVIN IS DEFITELY THE BOSS IN THIS PICTURE"
Well let me get up. AAARGH everytime I shower I feel like the water is corroding my skin its foor of Chlorine!!! Its all about the skin!!!!! "Stop obsessing with the skin of people Jarren it is not healthy for you!!!" he thought, "OK KEYS, PHONE, WALLET, BACK PACK, ANTI GLARE GLASSES FOR COMPUTER WORK...IM READY?" LETS GO
So he does what he needs to do goes to his classes and rips his soul into pieces. Then the moment of the meeting "The coalition of dreamers."
To be continued .....