Lets go eat Grandma! --v.s.-- Let's go eat, Grandma!
Grammer. It makes a difference kids.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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.
if I could change one thing about the world:
--lots more Beatles shirts.
-- lots more Sublime underpants.
Yeah. That'd be nice.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
HappyMakingMoments
you say tomato
i say tomato
... it doesn't really make much sense when you read it.
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.
- 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.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
ThoughtDuJour
I think I'm afraid to be happy because when ever I get too happy, something bad always happens.
- Charlie Brown
- Charlie Brown
Friday, August 14, 2009
WouldYouBelieveMe
Would You Believe Me if I told you there was a town called Balzac?
(Hardyharhar (: )
(Hardyharhar (: )
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.
"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).
Friday, August 7, 2009
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
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.
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.
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