Virginity, Morals, Infidelity, Choice.

no one wins the war... except maybe the other women. or the other man.
(Would you be angry if I did the same as you with him as you do the same as me with her?)


Men aren't the only ones capable of having two fires burning at once.
(he's a handsome bloke, but he's no you.)



Though religious manipulators and society fakes deem that men are more susceptible, it's the individual that counts, not the sex.
(It's not the testosterone. It's you.)


.......................................................................

The individual has many options, involving timing, age, personssssss. But chooses to pick one instead of two.. or three.

You like threes, don't you love.

SleepDeprivation

is dangerous.

when she's sleepy, she's light headed.
when she's light headed, she's brave.
&& when she's brave.
she.
is.
reckless.

-- 12/27/09
I'm so so sorry love.
I never meant to hurt you.

ThoughtDuJour

-- Life gets progressively easier the more sleep deprived you are. Not sleeping numbs the problem that has kept you from sleeping in the first place.

Now my goal is to not fall over.

SongOfTheMonth

we were born to be alone | everybody all alone | born alone to be alone | we'll stand alone forever




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmvOQNBkCxA

Hospital

hospitals aren't too bad -- once you get used to them. My hundredth visit? Every month since i was six? so that's 9 x 12 .. 108th visit. not a bad guess.

The worst part is the stench. You smell the sanitizer most, burning on its way up your nose, scratching at the inside of your throat. Breathing through your mouth isn't much help either --it coats your tongue until you're lapping water like a wild dog trying to get rid of the taste, trying to get rid of the rabies- incurable, for the time being.

The smell of bodies comes next. Open bodies. Rotting bodies. Live bodies. Dead bodies. Bodies, in all shapes, sizes, conditions. That smell's like a straight jacket, rubbing into your clothes, your hair. Like nail polish that wont come out. It makes my eyes water, either from the sentiment that people are dying, or maybe it's the fumes.

Walk in, say hello, change; I hate the paper gowns we're made to wear. No patient enjoys them, slit open from the back so that your behind feels the breeze. I hate when it crinkles as you sit, or how when you finally lye down on the table, wrinkles are left behind. Reminders, how your gown used to be perfect, and now it isn't. How your body used to be new, and now it isn't. wear and tear, eventually the gown tears. Eventually your body tears. It's only a matter of time.

lay back, relax, you'll wake up in a few hours and it'll be as if nothing's changed-- liar. Science v.s. Nature, nature's bound to win sometime. Why bother wasting all this money when I'm going to die anyway. Everyone dies. You can't beat death. Every day I'm cheating, living an extra day when naturally I'm supposed to be six feet under eight years ago.

They tell me it's an oxygen mask, but it's really just so i don't wake up in ravaging pain in the middle of the transfusion. You see, I hate the anesthesia-- I hate not knowing. I hate strangers prodding at my body, strangers who don't know what music I like (alternative, sometimes jazz, sometimes that mushy stuff)or if i prefer Coca Cola over Pepsi (coca-cola), maybe how many CDs I have hanging on my wall (7), or even the song I'm obsessing over right now (xtatic truth-- Crystal Fighters). I mean, someone who's about to see me half naked should atleast know my current musical selection, right?

So they tell me it's oxygen, and I always believe them because --truthfully, it's my own little fuck you! to my body for betraying me and putting me here in the first place. I'm going to make me feel fear because I'm already failing and this is my punishment to my self. Masochism? Only slightly. I'm cheating my self into a predesposed position of fear. I'm always cheating. It's only Oxygen, it'll calm your heart beat and you won't feel this helpless. I always believe them.

Another thing --I always fight right before going under, always try and beat the system. If my body can beat the system, it's bound to be strong enough to produce/save/protect it's own blood cells right? Today, my last thought is such: Am I not only cheating death, but cheating God Himself?

ThoughtDuJour

Theory:
a patient is told that something is wrong, and that that something has been wrong for months.

a patient can only be feel worse when they're told that they only have month to live since months ago they didn't treat what had been wrong for months.

a patient is told the news on a high chair, higher than every other sitting space, so that when they sit up right they sit tall.

a patient's seat is set higher than everything else-- to make the patient feel better than his circumstances.

a patient only feels marginally better.

Apocalypse

Reasons why if the apocalypse happened today, it wouldn't be that bad:

1. Ma and Pa have decided that my incompetence is partially my sisters fault, and so now she's harboring an equally as wonderful opinion of me as they have.
2. I wouldn't be aware that my best friend in the entire world lives across the country, how much we need each other right now or the fact that it costs $0.30 a minute for across Canada calling.
3. Nor would I be aware that my bf's ex still has the hotts for him -- and he's not willing to admit it, even as far as to "jokingly" flirt back.
   
4. People would refrain from writing embarrassing albeit funny secrets of mine on my forehead in sharpies while I'm sleeping, because there would be no more secrets. Or sharpies. (It's not washing off.)
5. I wouldn't have to clean my room or studying for chemistry.
   
6. This stupid pimple right between my eye brows would go away.
   

YouWin

I owe you nothing. And you are nothing to me. Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love. -- Christian // Moulin Rouge

you win.
i'm yours.
yours to play,
yours to love,
yours to fuck,
i'm yours.
you win.

I Could See Your Lovely Smile

and it would last me years.




I. Feel. So. Damn. Good.

Music&LongBoarding

HappyMakingMoments

The Power of Books

Thought Du Jour

This is super long, but so worth it (:
love, -- M

http://www.pinetree.net/humor/thermodynamics.html

Diamonds Are Forever

I like to get kissed before I get f*cked.

In America, it's bling bling. But out here it's bling bang.

-- Danny Archer

Why Have Children?

Rant: I don't get the point of having children.

Scientifically people argue that it has everything to do with reproduction and keeping the human race populated. May I just call bullshit on that? Total and utter bullshit?

Autophobia - the fear of being unloved. It's a selfish way to ensure that you never feel unwanted. I mean, a baby can't NOT love it's mother, it's too young and stupid to make these kind of decisions.

It's narcissism at its best. Oh look, she has her eyes, she has his nose. Basically an excuse to marvel over how great your features look on another human.

Why would you trade posh restaurants and sanity for running noses and ruined dresses? expensive perfumes made into "potions"? I know I'm being materialistic, but maybe having kids is actually the extremist opposite of materialism, and that people just don't see that because they forget to use condoms too often.

People think fisting (supermanthathoe! - Soulja Boy) is supposedly vial and painful. Well yes, Something round as a fist is not supposed to go up that passage. But a baby? Are you kidding? I can't even imagine how terribly painful it would be to have my area down there stretched open and out pops a living breathing .. being. For lack of better words, I'll use Jacob Davenports: Imagine pushing a grapefruit through your anus. Imagine it taking ten hours. Imagine that after ten hours of trying to push a grapefruit through your anus and failing that doctors cut a big hole in your belly to remove the grapefruit. Don’t believe anyone who says that they forget all about it in a few months.

Yeah. Exactly.
No worries, I cringed too.

Not to mention the whole, bringing.another.soul.up.to.be.a.decent.human. having kids is deciding to be responsible for the life of another, very malleable, person.
Responsibilities include but are not limited to making sure they don't grow up to be:
-a violent nine year old pushing other kids off the seesaw,
-a drug abusing class skipping vandalizing teenager or
-a sex addicted money spending uncaring 20 something,
-an uneducated thirty year old crack whore
-a forty year old pedophile who hides behind his computer screen luring children with intentions to corrupt their innocence.

That's so much responsibility. The worst part is, parents are so gosh darn in love with their offspring that they couldn't exile the kid or send him or her to a psychopathic facility. And would probably end up letting that forty year old creeper live in their basement because it's "my little boy".

I don't like the idea of so much Autophobia, Narcissism, Physical Pain, and hardcore Responsibility to make sure one thing doesn't get killed (God Forbid) or turn into a total nutter.

If you applied all these to a partner, THE ENTIRE WORLD would say you're in an abusive relationship. But babies are different right? They're not aware that their inflicting this kind of control over one person.

... But we are on an unconscious level, completely and extensively aware of what poping a little one out of there will do to us physically emotionally and mentally.

Oh well, I guess the entire female population is at some degree masochistic. I know I'm still having kids, though I haven't a clue why.

Song of The Month

“Is there anything I can do for you dear? Is there anyone I can call?”
“No and thank you, please Madam. I ain’t lost, just wandering”

Home Town, by Adele

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sznOlKDHNRM

Ukulele Music

Stories about Gingers

you don't like playing games,
silly superficial games,
where you pretend to love,
and you pretend to care,
keep at it until she believes,
you don't like playing silly games,
But sometimes you can't help it.

you don't like pretending,
it's not fair to you,
it's not fair to her,
it's not fair to him.
but what he doesn't know,
won't hurt him right?

no, you're wrong, terribly wrong
yet you don't like it and and won't admit it.
fully aware that its eating you up,
from your conscious it spreads
down your throat like lemon juice
straight to your heart,
she trusts you but she doesn't know you,
not like you know your self,
and if you won't admit it,
no one will ever know.

Blood

Sometimes I wonder,
will God ever forgive us for what we've done to each other?
Then I look around and I realize...
God left this place a long time ago.

-- Danny Archer

ThoughtDuJour

wa ba ba loo ba wa bam boom
- The Count

Are you doing something dirty?
Are you doing something your parents don't know bout?
Are you breaking the law?
Are you breaking the rules?
Open your knees...
And feel the breeze.
Because Gavin's back to stay.
- Gavin

The Boat That Rocked
Pirate Radio

Happy Making Moments

To be is to do (Socrates),

to do is to be (Sartre),

do be do be do be (Sinatra)

ThoughtDuJour

-- we are tweedledee and tweedledumb
--- God gives life, but he never saves them.
----and when i'm feeling blue, i just breathe again.
-----no tears m'love, i'll see you in heaven soon enough.


------RIP Eathan

ThoughtDuJour

--But baby wait, "it's too late Dad, you made the choice
"Now go out there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us"--

I'm So Nearly Gone

--originally off of the Radiohead blog.

Contact

I hope you feel awkward,
so did she

stop,
take a deep breathe,
plaster a smile,
turn your body,
make eye contact.

Walk,
left right left right,
lean forward now,
lick your lips,
make body contact.

Tilt,
slightly to the right,
the way he likes,
feel the lust,
make lip contact.

kiss,
lightly at first,
then rougher 'til,
grip tightens,
make tongue contact.

press,
hips against hips,
pulling at buttons,
far too fast,
make skin contact.

love,
pretend he cares,
banish the fear,
not a lie,
make muscle contact,

pain,
stop shaking,
it doesn't hurt,
you liar,
make liquid contact.

done,
tired bodies,
zipping zippers,
glance goodbye,
such brief contact.

Celery - Miracle of Negative Calories

Sister says, some eat.
why? I don't want to eat dinner lately.
Mother says, this skipping meals is unhealthy, come eat!
Or Lunch. Maybe scarf down a bowl of cereal for breakfast.
Sister says, father's waiting at the table.
I don't care. I really don't. It's not like he actually enjoys my company.
Sister says, father's going to get angry, go join the family.
There's no point when he's angry all the time anyway. Okay fine, I'm coming.
Father says, you're not eating enough young lady. You're looking worse everyday.
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.
Mother says, why're you eating that much? you realize you're going to get fat and develope acne.
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.
Father says, look at you, you look disgusting.
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.
Sister says, stop pissing them off, you know it'll just cause a fight.
Thanks, I'll keep that in mind.

And now I'm craving celery. Keep chomping, so Father's pleased. Keep slim, so Mother's pleased. Keep my mouth full and unable to talk, so Sister's pleased.

How to please self?
Unknown.

ThoughtDuJour

"You call it madness but i call it love" - Don Byas

you are stunningly wonderful more often than not (we fight too much)
we speak harsh words more often than not (we don't talk enough)
we hear silence more often than not (but at least we're together)
but we're together more often than not (what a phenomenal feeling)
I can't get enough of you more often than not (we should be together)
so what if there's silence more often than not (we should be together)

Smiles and her laughter
It's the only thing that I've been waiting for a time
Regardless of our distance and our hope...grows greater
Trapped by pretty eyes and letters for all time
...the only thing that I've been waiting for.

I hope it's something worth the waiting
It's the only time that I ever feel real
'Cause thunder storms could never stop me
'Cause there's no one in the world like Emily,
There's no one in the world like Emily. -- From First To Last

TheCrowns

This new band just came bout, they're pretty alright (:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0UXjNeR7omo

PleaseNotNow

IHateYouRightNow

Actions speak louder than words,
But your silence is deafening.
You won't let me in,
Never fucking let me in,
Seconds where you won't look me in the eye,
Seconds when I don't expect you to say it back,
Seconds that fester in the back of my mind,
Seconds that you won't forget,
But rather rashly ask me to.
Silly bum,
I can't.
You're far too important.

HappyMakingMoments

THIS MADE ME SMILE SO BIG (((:
doublechin

HappyMakingMoments

Oh the magic of Google (:

HappyMakingMoments

I love Google !
Yet another brighter than last day (:

Swine Flu

http://doihaveswineflu.org/

checkkkitttouuut!

I'm not here.

this isnt the right way.
this isn't happening.
no. please.
i'm not here.
i'm not here.
no.

this isn't the right way.
can't be fate.
i won't let it.
helpless.
clouds, shades of grey.
i'm not here.
i'm not here.

walk, ten strides north.
X marks the spot.
dig dig dig. a chest.
i don't have the key.
this isn't the right way.
i'm not here.
i'm not here.

stop, a brick wall.
won't let me in.
never let me in.
use. abuse. trash.
never let me in.

use. abuse. trash.
no. please.
i'm not here.
i'm not here.
dont. stop.
urgency.
please.
don't stop.

To Do

To Do
Get contact lenses
Find your phone
Do your homework
Make pairs of your socks
Say goodnight to love
Say your prayers
Buy a pirate ship

HappyMakingMoments

This made my day (:

ThoughtDuJour

They say there's a thin line between love and hate.

I think they blend into one, until you no longer feel the difference, just a strange exhilaration.

Your love? --it's a privilege; that he takes all of who you are, not just his favorite parts. That the two of you don't end when the physical does.

Perhaps given away, never earned, and followed through with blindly.

Your hate? --it's an indicator; that you're not completely inconsequential. Yes, you resides in the darkest corners of his mind.

You haven't become just another person in his past, a memory soon to lose it's shape. It means he still cares.

What if you don't deserve his attention?

Am I worthy? --No.

ThoughtDuJour

"Question Everything.
WHY?"

-- Graffiti

ThoughtDuJour

Thoughts:
1. Fear is our biggest motivation.
2. "What if" is the most dangerous question to ask your self.
3. Time to think will be your downfall.

--fear of others,
---fear of self,
----fear of not being enough,
-----fear of never being enough.

you love him, (quite a lot)
but, what if, (it's irrational but..)
he doesn't love you back as much? (What if he never does?)
you know he does, (he says he does)
but the question lingers, (always in the back of your mind)
what if, (it can't be but..)
he is in fact just a fake, (with fake smiles and hidden agendas?)
what if? (what if)

having time to think
leads to what ifs,
which leads to fear,
which leads to an avalanche of a breakdown,
which leads to a tremendous flood of pain and self doubt.

"and I trust that you love me too," -- Manchester Orchestra

First

[[Dug up from Friday, January 23, 2009 ]]

-- My rhyming is off again, terribly sorry.
i just can't change it.

the pace quickens as an inner battle starts to surface,
you pull your lips up, breathing faster when your hands start to shake
I'd never trade this, never end this, if it all went my way,
these memories are keeping me occupied, wide awake.

Countdown

[[Dug up from a lazy Sunday, on December 28, 2009]]

-- i concede it doesn't fit too well rhythmically,
and i apologize for the dodgy language.

one,
a single streak across yer four head,
announcing to the world that your back to stay,
telling them gits to stay the eff away,

two,
people that you're anxious to meet,
to tell em that they've won and you won't run,
you'll take it like you deserve till they're done,

three,
rings thrown on to phase the rest,
to think your tough enough to keep up with they're pace,
while you wonder why your in this mess,

four,
people you can't help but love,
and as much as you try to ignore the wanting in yer heart,
it keeps coming back and pulling you apart,

five,
flashes of pure adrenaline,
that cause hallucinations of superhuman invisibility,
leading to intense b*tchyness and hostility,

six,
pairs of narrowed eyes,
with silk gloves and a sadistic drive you'd prefer to deflect,
rather show em what yer made of and show you respect,

seven,
sins that you've committed,
either here or in the back seat of a luxury automobile,
using lie after lie to cover up the whole spiel,


eight,
prayers sent up to the big man,
to solve your troubles and help keep your head held up high,
to maintain your status and hit the bulls eye.

nine,
times you've cried alone in the corner,
questioning your existence in this big world of ours,
as every second the taste of it sours,

ten,
fits of laughter when this is all over,
relief flooding through your veins like a punctured river dam,
telling me its all over, this is finally who i am.

January

[[Dug up from Sunday afternoon, November 23, 2008]]

I can't help but hate living,
i this far corner of mind,
but i won't come out no,
i'm scared of what i'll find,

maybe it's just an illusion,
or a long waiting line,
hope seems so small now,
and it's safer just to hide,

I just want to feel like i felt,
when life was easy and no one could seize us,
i just want to feel like i felt,
when we were perfect and no one could hurt this,
i just want to feel like i felt,
in the month of January.

i can't help but missing,
our fingers intertwined,
no two faced sullen cowards,
charging from behind,

maybe it's just a question,
of which battle i must fight,
or who i can still trust in,
when I'm fighting for my life,

--bridge
now, look what we've done,
it won't be like this, for anyone,
but us . under the sun,
we lye breathless , waiting for the end,
and here it comes,

I just want to feel like i felt,
when life was easy and no one could seize us,
i just want to feel like i felt,
when we were perfect and no one could hurt this,
i just want to feel like i felt,

in the month of January,
in the month of January,
in the month of January,
in the month of January,

verses : F/C/EM/AM
chorus : F/C/F/C/EM/AM
bridge : F/G/C/AM... Read more
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i love the stuff you write when you're at your lowest;
it may be cheesy, desperate and lame. but it's real.

Talk Show Host

|| youu want me?
fucking.come.on.and.break.the.door.down.
--(i'm ready)


Talk Show Host. Radiohead

Wants

I want you
I want you
(to feel free)
I want you
(to be honest)
but most of all
I want you.

Please, Please, Be Mine?

ThoughtDuJour

The Big Man Up There tell us not to kill, because it is a a major sin.

But when a person is driven to suicide, is it still a sin for those around him?

Exert

The only words i manage to choke out and they're meaningless. They don't come anywhere close to expressing what i really want to say, what i really feel. My through is clogged with confessions, so many that they fill my chest and squeeze around my heart till i can't breathe, and the same stupid words just keep pourig out of my mouth.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

I am sorry. I'm sorry for trying to forget him. I'm sorry for telling him he was nothing to me. I'm sorry for abandoning him, for making him depend onn me and then deserting him. I'm sorry for taking him in when we needed him and then kicking him out when we were through using him. I'm sorry he couldn't trust me enough to tell me about Ginny. I'm sorry that he was right to not tell me.

He's not the traitor. I am.

-- Lions Of December. Gravidy.

Ajaxx

- last night, I stayed up too late working on an assignment
- this morning I got late printing off that very same assignment
- first period was a royal mess because I didn't understand a word she said
- lunch came with a greasy surprise of a pizza stain on my chest, in the most awkward spot
- by fourth period, I realized that assignment from last night had mysteriously disappeared
- the end of the day brought another surprise, in the form of my missing phone


--- and i saw you right as i was about to break down,
and i'm still happy as a clam.

WouldYouBelieveMe

What's the latin word for "spy"?

Would you believe me if i said exploradora?

HappyMakingMoments

Today at my school, we had a lock down drill to prepare for any intruders. We had to lock the door and sit quietly in the corner for ten minutes. About half way through, the door bursts open and my principal dressed in a Darth Vader suit shouts, "Fools, I have a spare key!" and runs out. It was the single most frightening yet thrilling experience of my life.

--MLIA

The Seconds Wouldn't Pause, Not For The Likes Of Us

I fell in love today,
It lasted maybe five seconds,
Thirty at the most,
But I fell in love today.

It quickly turned into lust,
It lasted a lot longer,
A lot longer than it should've,
It quickly turned into lust,

That fell apart quite quickly,
The seconds wouldn't pause,
Not for the likes of us,
We fell apart quite quickly.

CheersToGreatMemories

what's wrong?

(we're over)

i didn't notice

(me neither)

should we try again?

(what's the point?)

why do you still say hi?

(because, to put it simply, you're far too good a memory to let go.)

cheers, Fattastic, to a phenomenal friendship.

Blind

Without a wish, without a will,
I stood upon that silent hill,
And started into the sky until,
My eyes were blind with stars and still,
I stared into the sky.

- Ralph Hodgson

ThoughtDuJour

One long forgotten memory can bring back a flood of forgotten pains.



when that person walks back into your life,
--you can't say no.



you can how ever, smile as if nothing is wrong, as not to fuel the fire.

LifeLessons

Lets go eat Grandma! --v.s.-- Let's go eat, Grandma!

Grammer. It makes a difference kids.

HappyMakingMoments

This is spectacular , take a second to check it out (:

ThoughtDuJour

I dream of a better world where chickens can cross the road with out having their motives questioned - anonymous


if I could change one thing about the world:

--lots more Beatles shirts.

-- lots more Sublime underpants.

Yeah. That'd be nice.

HappyMakingMoments

you say tomato
i say tomato

... it doesn't really make much sense when you read it.

ThoughtDuJour

Trust is a double sided sword. As people, as beings, we need to get issues and thought off of our chests
- A simple way to relieve our troubles, if only temporarily.

but that requires us to trust others, often to a point where we are willingly giving another person the ability to crush us.
- All beings are a mix of good and bad.

in most cases, the bad is repressed and seldom comes to surface.
-Even the nicest of people have a darker side.

to conclude, trust is a forced relience brought on to our selves. For the need to soothe our problems is so apparent that we let others others loosen the knots and weaves that make up our safety and let them take it's place.
- trust is very precarious.

Where'sWaldo

"Dude... I'm right here."
- Waldo

ThoughtDuJour

I think I'm afraid to be happy because when ever I get too happy, something bad always happens.
- Charlie Brown

WouldYouBelieveMe

Would You Believe Me if I told you there was a town called Balzac?

(Hardyharhar (: )

SongOfTheMonth

Jack Johnson, Sitting Waiting Wishing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrZwGGKGkuU

IfIHadCourage

I don't understand you;
"i heard something from someone ".. "not important" .. "just forget about it".


You ignore me when we have problems.

Please stop.
You never open up.
Maybe you don't trust me?
But you know exactly how much I trust you.
Grant me the courtesy to tell me not to.



Are we worth the work?
If I had courage I'd show this to you and want you to decide.


But I don't. We're like rocks too heavy to catch.
Gravity keeps pulling me under.

ThoughtDuJour

It would be considered a great accomplishment if you - or your work - were to ever be featured on Google's "Google Doodle". Happy Birthday Hans Christian Ørsted (you have a super cool name).

Epilogue;TheGame

"You'll be loved you'll be loved // Like you never have known
The memories of me // Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs // Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved" - Death Cab For Cutie

"I've been cheating on you since the day we met" - Abba



Who are "they" to say love is a game.
By making love a game, it goes from being something wonderful to something vulgar.


Because in games, there is always a loser.


"Love is a game in which one always cheats" - Honore de Balzac
Cheers, Mr. Balzac

TheGame

(some lyrics that i came up with quite late at night.
If it comes to surface, excuse the delirium and terrible rhyming aha )

Dear lovers please help me,
I don't care for the betrayal you feel.
You were never half the lover he was.
Your hearts were too tempting to steal,
Prepare, dear lovers, as I reveal.

Dear lovers please entrust in me,
In these half hearted words you must believe,
These bites will mark your dark skin,
My gifts are the parcels you receive,
Bundled inside- the lies I've conceived.

Lovers please forgive me,
You never quite deserved this endeavor,
You never deserved to witness my betrayal,
Broken promises, speeches and slurs,
you loved one who refused to deliver.

Lovers, please forget me,
Your eyes search for an escape as the hands tick,
Your final task is to shower me in fluid.
In a few moments my memory won't stick.
Quickly, my love, light the wick.

Convict

lips pull back to a fugitive scream,
coming deep from the prisons of your soul.
unleashed upon unsuspecting victims,
your tongue lashes out aiming to break hearts and bones.

no one is spared.

frozen in terror trying to escape,
lies try to muffle your pulse.
rivers of blood rage through your veins,
bursting in your neck.

the catastrophe your feeling is over,
the moment has passed.
though your breath has run out
and your body shakes with sobbs,

no one is spared.

StoriesAboutAnger

It starts with a single drop,
The clouds turn darker,
And the red tainted showers begin.

Your anger,
Thunderous and loud,
Is painstakingly slow.

She's soaked, chilled to the bone with your words,
they wring in her ears, leaving her brittle.

The downpour won't stop, on both ends now.

Lightening strikes, marking her skin bright red,
But she doesn't mind, not much anyway.
She prays for the grey clouds to turn pink.
To her, the rays which you illuminate with are well worth the storm.

HappyMakingMoments

-- I saw the premier of Harry Potter!
it was absolutely fantastical

-- I got a job.
a supermarket, quite boring. Three days, seven blisters.
Ten dollars an hour, eight hour shifts, eighty dollars a day, lots of fun


3. Clown Pants are a thing of the past.
an end to MC Hammer's sense of style


.

WouldYouBelieveMe?

Name The Greek Goddess for Victory

would you believe me if I said Nike ?

DidYouKnowMoments

The Greeks were remarkable - of course you already knew that, but today I learned that they performed during the Olympics stark naked.

ThoughtDuJour

my mind runs ,
I can never catch it ,
even if got a headstart - Kid Cudi, The Prayer

So many thoughts
A good investment would be an "off" switch.

Thought--
You know how Superman can stop bullets with his chest? WHY does he feel the need to duck when the gun's thrown at him?

Oh, the smarticles of the world.

SongOfTheMonth

The Prayer by Kid Cudi
I don't usually listen to rap, but this is actually amazing - and not about money err booty.

HappyMakingMoments

Didn't expect followers ..
thanks a million Linny, for being my first one.
<3

and to anyone else who decides to, I appreciate that as well (:

Stories About ClownPants

Anticipation

slowly but surely
driving me insane
every hour every day
spiraling into thoughts

distractions - wants
friends and swing sets
music and conversation
laughter and love

distractions - needs
studying and food
air and warm bedding
pillows and teddy bears

Anticipation & you

DidYouKnowMoments

I just got back from camping, here's what i learned:
1. You can't really called it "camping" when you sleep in a teepee and have clean beds
2. It's even more amusing calling it camping when it isn't (:
3. I'm highly addicted to texting - note to self: PUT IT DOWN
4. Always bring a charger . - I had to put it down .
5. I love cricket ! it's a wonderful sport , relaxing and challenging at the same time .
6. Volleyball still owns .
7. Campfire's are terribly hott .
8. Scary stories of serial killers and witches are quite amusing .
9. The forest is scary when it's pitch black .
10 Thinking of scary stories of serial killers and witches isn't the smartest thing while walking through a pitch black forest .

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"I wasn't always black . . . There was this freckle, and it got bigger and bigger." -Bill Cosby
Michael Jackson passed away a few days ago. Yes, it's not the most fortunate thing.
I just don't like how hypocritical people are being in the matter, it does him no justice.

~~


You're an idiot, babe, It's a wonder you still know how to breathe - Bob Dylan
You're actually quite the smarticle devious one ClownPants

You're about as Easy as a Nuclear War - Duran Duran
That one's for you blondie, you lying scarlet woman you (:

Are You Hoping For A Miracle - Bloc Party
That one's for me. Yes I am.

~~ M.

Bartisms

I will finish what i sta

Stories About ClownPants

How are you?
Sit a while , I insist.
You said you wanted to talk?
But first , a round of tea.
How much sugar?
Two..three teaspoons?
Nine or ten? Alright then.
Me? Oh I'd prefer about five or six.
No more sugar left?
I guess that's acceptable.


You know ClownPants, for the life of me,
I can't seem to figure out why exactly
I adore this bitter tea that you're serving me.

Stories About ClownPants

slowly dripping
from the faucet
falling, falling, falling
as clear as air
as fast as light
falling, falling, falling
no tap to turn
to stop this flow
falling, falling, falling
a quite splash

waiting.
crawling.
standing.
watching.

us.
falling, falling, falling.

She Loved You

a heart shaped locket
thrown into the sea
with two faces
and three words
i . love . you .

two smiles grace lips
that once touched
once worked to embrace
feelings never shared
you . loved . her .

memories of winters
springs and summers
fingers interlaced
foot steps in the sand
she . loved . you .

a bond not yet forged
violently shattered
like satelites displaced
and thrown out of orbit
you . loved . her .

a heart shaped locket
thrown into the sea
with two faces
and three words
she . loved . you .

06/18/09

LifeLessons

Drink water or you'll die.

Inspired By Passenger Seat

( this is supposed to be incredibly slow )

I open my eyes to see
Fingertips tracing slowly
Pull at my lungs to breathe
Pushing off of my seat

We’re going home
While the world is looking on
We’re going home
While light’s yet to break dawn

When I feel your heart beat
Something changes inside me
Moving the soft bed sheets
A game of hide and seek

We’re going home
While the world is looking on
We’re going home
While light’s yet to break dawn

Perfection at sixteen
Never felt more complete
Brown eyes close blissfully
Finally feeling at peace

because
The sun could go black
And I wouldn’t move away
There’s nothing better than this
The mountains could crack
i’d only want to convey
there’s nothing better than this

because
we’re going home
while the world is looking on
we’re going home
while light’s yet to break dawn
we’re going home
we’re going home

06/03/09

Remixxx

Mexi Whore
[just me being bored (: i dun mean to be a meanie in anyway]

1234
Yer a dirty mexi whore,
sleepless , long nights,
that is what condoms are for,

back or face forwards,
you like it either way,
love it when he comes out,
even on yer face,

oh, oh oh,
make it fast an quick,
oh , oh oh,
give it a little lick,

1234,
yer a dirty mexi whore,
sleepless , long nights,
that is what condoms are for,


Pimple Police

Pimple Police ,
Arrest this teen,
She’s breaking up,
She’s popping like a poptart
Its every where , its everywhere,

Pimple Police,
Arrest this creep,
His mountainous face is,
It’s making me feel ill,
And then the mirrors break,

This is what you get,
This is what you get,
This is what you get when you’re stressing out

Pimple Police,
I’ve bought all the
Acne cream I can,
Ive bought it all,
Ive wiped the stores shelves clean,
And nothings happening,
This is what you get,
This is what you get,
This is what you get when you’re stressing out


And for a minute there, I thought to my self, I believed it works,
“phew”, for a minute there, I thought to my self, I believe it works,
For a minute there, but the minute passed, it passed so quick,
And now I’m bored with this, so bored with thissssssss.

Procrastinating. Exams start Tomorrow.

Funny Realities

1) Triangular sandwiches taste better than square ones.

2) At the end of every party there is always a girl crying.

4) Sharpening a pencil with a knife makes a man feel really manly.

5) The smaller the monkey the more it looks like it would kill you at the first given opportunity.

6) Every bloke has at some stage while taking a pee, flushed half way through and then raced against the flush.

7) Its impossible to look cool whilst picking up a Frisbee.

8) Old ladies can eat more than you think.

9) You can’t respect a man who carries a dog.

10) Despite constant warning, you have never met anybody who has had their arm broken by a swan.

11) Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.




One Liners

a) If it isn’t broken, fix it till it is.
b) In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday.
c) I always wanted to be a procrastinator, i just never got around to it
d) I tease about drugs a lot, but in reality I take them seriously.
e) I am fit . I am in shape. Round is a shape.
f) Practice safe eating — always use condiments.
g) Friends are the people who stab you in the front.
h) Accidents don’t just happen! they must be carelessly planned.
i) I want to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather. Not screaming in terror like his passengers.
j) Help a man when he is in trouble and he will remember you when he is in trouble again.
k) An optimist is simply a pessimist with no job experience.
l) People who think they know everything are the easiest to fool.
m) Time is what keeps everything from happening to us all at once.
n) Everyone has a right to be stupid. Some just abuse the privilege.

ZigZags And Agony

The lightening zigzaged across the midnight clouds

in such contrast

that I had to lean back from my desk and just watch.

Quite simply I was mesmerized.

What does God,

or which ever being one believes in,

have in mind when he puts such current into the sky?

And what do the birds think?

it was special , that moment.

What kind of agony the sky might've been in,

if it was alive,

to let out such a

loathing

passionate

scream.

That leaves me with a Question. What holds more natural passion than a thunderstorm?

us.

ThoughtDuJour

Joe Ancis

The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well.

Bravo. Amen. What ever it is that you say afterwards, that's bound to be the most brilliant statement in .. well, the last four hours of my life.

ThoughtDuJour

I can't stop drinking the coffee. If I stop drinking the coffee, I stop doing the standing and the walking and the words putting-into-sentence-doing.

My mother is singing old black&&white film songs at the top of her lungs while making doe to make into bread.

She goes, "Stop drinking that stuff, it's going to kill you. Come, sing with me."

God bless her.

HappyMakingMoments

Window Markers

I've just discovered there's such things as window markers!
I think as soon as exams are over I'll go over to Walltart and buy some (: