When classifying organisms scientists generally look at, amongst other things, shared characteristics. So what defines a human being?
Small mindedness,
selfishness
begrudgery,
miserliness,
and above all deciet.
So many of our problems stem from denial of our true beings. The crippling thing that is society-that is out loud in living form the idea that shared more and values and traits-yes traits- could some ho better perserve human lives. Ridiculous in that and here I referance Mr Ellis's fine Monkey God speech (naturally steering away from what he actually was saying in order to make it look like he thinks what I instead am saying and trying to force into your brain. Taking art turning it in to propaganda not for any cause but for personal gain, thats very human also.maybe i am). We aren't built for communal living.
Although we are so helpless when we are born once we are wiser and walking along on our own two feet what really ahould be done is we should seperate from society and our parents because the purpose of both has been fufilled. Genetics passed on human beings live on. Instead there is this peversion
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HEgTLrT8UJU&feature=related)
that these things this Society somehow manges to keep a hold on perfectly fit young healthy individuals (old?please no such thing). Forever keeping them in bondage to rules? why? hells be a boy if i know.)Power
Im pretty sure it is because long ago somebody ,probably female, realised - hey listen there's more to life than procreation. We dont have to just be biological machines on a 3-point operating plan. We're special. We can do stuff-hell no wait, I can do stuff. I am the pinnicale, I am individual, procreation aside I only need these other schmuks for one thing but to keep them from realising that I got be quick I must be clever I must have: (
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
On switch
Aerte has run off.
I see now that theres no point. The only point to life is power.
The first power is to know yourself. Im so screwed over from listening to everyone else. The second power is to love yourself,inside and out. Let no thing you desire be kept from you. drink smoke do weed go out make love and alot of fucking mistakes and for the love of goddess ALWAYS KNOW AT LEAST ONE MARTIAL ART.
having mastered myself i know the universe aint no thing.
Im so sickened. I underwent Iet in order to let go certain thing that had long been troubling me only to discover that after awhile , its not all me.
People are full of shit from the age of roughly 19-40's they are chock full of it. then comes the monkey ages i guess where one doesn't particularily give a fuck. but i do.
FIrst things first was a trip back to Artisan so convinced as i was that all the past was past and with enough goo humour i could make a new beginning, naturally i walk in to a room falling silent with a less than guilty smile upon THATones face. honestly some bitches are so silly holding grudges over contests-cause sure they haven't enough already right?
Back to college. Ok this i now understand people hate those who try because it makes them feel threatened and or jealous it makes them go oh i wish i could do that/be that quickly followed by Oh but why would you wanta just be like me sure
Begrudgers. Irelands finest export.
*************
I see now that theres no point. The only point to life is power.
The first power is to know yourself. Im so screwed over from listening to everyone else. The second power is to love yourself,inside and out. Let no thing you desire be kept from you. drink smoke do weed go out make love and alot of fucking mistakes and for the love of goddess ALWAYS KNOW AT LEAST ONE MARTIAL ART.
having mastered myself i know the universe aint no thing.
Im so sickened. I underwent Iet in order to let go certain thing that had long been troubling me only to discover that after awhile , its not all me.
People are full of shit from the age of roughly 19-40's they are chock full of it. then comes the monkey ages i guess where one doesn't particularily give a fuck. but i do.
FIrst things first was a trip back to Artisan so convinced as i was that all the past was past and with enough goo humour i could make a new beginning, naturally i walk in to a room falling silent with a less than guilty smile upon THATones face. honestly some bitches are so silly holding grudges over contests-cause sure they haven't enough already right?
Back to college. Ok this i now understand people hate those who try because it makes them feel threatened and or jealous it makes them go oh i wish i could do that/be that quickly followed by Oh but why would you wanta just be like me sure
Begrudgers. Irelands finest export.
*************
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Well
No one can take whats not given to them
Artisan no longer an option.
apparently a piece I sent to Malachy was inappropriate. Well excuse me. like I knew
SCREAM III
suprisingly funny. Its nice to be taken back to a time when horror films had plot and weren't torture/gore porn.
Rock N Rolla
winner of GLAAD, BLACK REEL and EMPIRE awards (uk) for outstanding film,Best Soundtrack, Best British film and Best soundtrack again respectively.
This film full of dark humour and slick guy Ritchie style direction (props to the editor? anyone?) is a gritty and very british gansta flick believe it or not which could kick Ocean11's shiny hollywood manicured ass any day.
Way underated
SKINS:USA
NO. okay, it wont work. What I love about shows like misfits,skins, and co is that they're so unique yeah? very british isles and lets be honest kids. US kids cant kick it like we do.
The summary? avoid this show like the plague, if you value true TV.
Music:
Kid Cudi. This boy can rock. check out highs and lows , Cleveland, and Marijuana
Elder Roache- smooth vocals, alternate style
Pogo: youtube sensation of sorts. Stoner messiah.
Clays of Jar: Because they're awesome
Artisan no longer an option.
apparently a piece I sent to Malachy was inappropriate. Well excuse me. like I knew
SCREAM III
suprisingly funny. Its nice to be taken back to a time when horror films had plot and weren't torture/gore porn.
Rock N Rolla
winner of GLAAD, BLACK REEL and EMPIRE awards (uk) for outstanding film,Best Soundtrack, Best British film and Best soundtrack again respectively.
This film full of dark humour and slick guy Ritchie style direction (props to the editor? anyone?) is a gritty and very british gansta flick believe it or not which could kick Ocean11's shiny hollywood manicured ass any day.
Way underated
SKINS:USA
NO. okay, it wont work. What I love about shows like misfits,skins, and co is that they're so unique yeah? very british isles and lets be honest kids. US kids cant kick it like we do.
The summary? avoid this show like the plague, if you value true TV.
Music:
Kid Cudi. This boy can rock. check out highs and lows , Cleveland, and Marijuana
Elder Roache- smooth vocals, alternate style
Pogo: youtube sensation of sorts. Stoner messiah.
Clays of Jar: Because they're awesome
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
oi!
I was not off flouncing. I merely took a break and Vincent if you are going to be so lazy as to after a half year of half arsed blogging ask someone else to do it for you, then you have no right to critique them about how its done.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Vinny here
I dont know where Arte is probably off somewhere, flouncing or something.
Well I decided some one would have to update this blog before it died completely and that someone of course would be me
>sigh< I try not to hate myself these days but it gets harder and harder. I understand perfection is a thing obtainable by no man and the more mistakes in ones youth one makes well the better as one wont make those same mistakes when one is far older and thus meant to know much better. Still I cant help but to think of all the oppertunities I have already missed because I did not have the good sense to realise how valuable they were at that time.
I struggle with now suddenly finding myself an adult. It seems now my actions have both meaning and consequence, and I can not run to my parents to save me from the folly of my ways.
knowing this I find I worry often about every decision I make which often than not means a decision is not made in time. Eighteen only and I feel life rushing by. I struggle to grasp on to it and hold it and live it to the full but thats so easier said than done.
Recently stuff happened. I say stuff because were I to elaborate I doubt I'd be believed. Here are the tangible bits, my parents split, things well started being less than peachy I went through alot and I ask my self did I make the most of it. So much has happened.So much might have happened and I keep asking myself did I make the best of it.Did I even try?
Lord knows I try but when my book is written for cosmic prosterity will it be recoerded that during this most trying of times all my worst flaws came to the fore.
A wise and optimistic being may point out that when times like these happen we are like gold being passed through the furnace, our impurities may indeed come to the fore but only so that they may be purged.
And in the end though we be not akin to perfectly made beings, our perfection, what perfection we have, dented and un whole as it may be , will mean all the more as it not have been come by easily.
I keep this in mind and declare to myself that my days of sorrow are over. Hardship is something I no longer can claim exists in my life. I am better things are better all is better.
yeah.
Well I decided some one would have to update this blog before it died completely and that someone of course would be me
>sigh< I try not to hate myself these days but it gets harder and harder. I understand perfection is a thing obtainable by no man and the more mistakes in ones youth one makes well the better as one wont make those same mistakes when one is far older and thus meant to know much better. Still I cant help but to think of all the oppertunities I have already missed because I did not have the good sense to realise how valuable they were at that time.
I struggle with now suddenly finding myself an adult. It seems now my actions have both meaning and consequence, and I can not run to my parents to save me from the folly of my ways.
knowing this I find I worry often about every decision I make which often than not means a decision is not made in time. Eighteen only and I feel life rushing by. I struggle to grasp on to it and hold it and live it to the full but thats so easier said than done.
Recently stuff happened. I say stuff because were I to elaborate I doubt I'd be believed. Here are the tangible bits, my parents split, things well started being less than peachy I went through alot and I ask my self did I make the most of it. So much has happened.So much might have happened and I keep asking myself did I make the best of it.Did I even try?
Lord knows I try but when my book is written for cosmic prosterity will it be recoerded that during this most trying of times all my worst flaws came to the fore.
A wise and optimistic being may point out that when times like these happen we are like gold being passed through the furnace, our impurities may indeed come to the fore but only so that they may be purged.
And in the end though we be not akin to perfectly made beings, our perfection, what perfection we have, dented and un whole as it may be , will mean all the more as it not have been come by easily.
I keep this in mind and declare to myself that my days of sorrow are over. Hardship is something I no longer can claim exists in my life. I am better things are better all is better.
yeah.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
well
There is nothing greater for the build up of stupidity than to waste time on things you care nothing for.
the same goes for people
the same goes for people
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Hiding is not an option it is the lifestyle
It so easy to convince ones self that all is wrong or that all is right or that all is broken hopless unwholesome.
All in all its easy to large bold conclusive statements and expect them to stay up just by the sheer gravitas they bring when said in a conversation but the truth me thinks is a little less conclusive. The truth is. If I knew what followed that is, then you would know I knew nothing.
********
Us humans are most likely notoriious across galaxies for our obsession with that F-word
How often we use it must seem absurd to any observing outsider. F-this and F-that and so on, an it's a Obscene.
What is will be regardless of what you name it,or how you try to pre-empt it change it ignore it avoid it. Though there are some very clear paths. Some very seemingly ment to be events, things that no matter what ,will somehow find a way to manifest themselves. And if you feel you have a role to play in these things and do not play it, well like a candle that wont light, you get put on the shelf. And the Proceedings go on without you .
I say this yet remeber a very( okay not so) different me once saying "whatever is,generally is whats meant to be -even when it isn't."
I grow tired of those who think themselves practioners of witchcraft. Those who know how to do those things the other pathos-inducing fools claim to , seem to use it for such petty means. Even without so called magic us human beings are strong, we are potential incarnate. ~WE are the number one defining force of this world. yet we are
bound. So Many petty petty restraints. you can blame Satan but only to a certain point. We run away we fly
Hiding is not an option it is the lifestyle
All in all its easy to large bold conclusive statements and expect them to stay up just by the sheer gravitas they bring when said in a conversation but the truth me thinks is a little less conclusive. The truth is. If I knew what followed that is, then you would know I knew nothing.
********
Us humans are most likely notoriious across galaxies for our obsession with that F-word
How often we use it must seem absurd to any observing outsider. F-this and F-that and so on, an it's a Obscene.
What is will be regardless of what you name it,or how you try to pre-empt it change it ignore it avoid it. Though there are some very clear paths. Some very seemingly ment to be events, things that no matter what ,will somehow find a way to manifest themselves. And if you feel you have a role to play in these things and do not play it, well like a candle that wont light, you get put on the shelf. And the Proceedings go on without you .
I say this yet remeber a very( okay not so) different me once saying "whatever is,generally is whats meant to be -even when it isn't."
I grow tired of those who think themselves practioners of witchcraft. Those who know how to do those things the other pathos-inducing fools claim to , seem to use it for such petty means. Even without so called magic us human beings are strong, we are potential incarnate. ~WE are the number one defining force of this world. yet we are
bound. So Many petty petty restraints. you can blame Satan but only to a certain point. We run away we fly
Hiding is not an option it is the lifestyle
Friday, March 12, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Too long since we last Talked
Greetings friends
The moon is high in the sky as I write this but my soul is low within me.
Those of you who have been with me from the beginnig will know mine, for the past little while, has not been an easy path.
TOrmented in the den of the murderous harpy-witches, who too ironically proved to be my teachers of the fairest sort, I escaped very much scathed but still quite determined to regain my self.
alas I found that having sold what little I had and replaced it with excretement-that is the only word-and having then retched up that even, I was left with less than nothing. Not even energy.So I spent the Summer resting, doing only so much as to avoid acusations of sloth.
When my time at the institute began I was refreshed, enthusiastic and somewhat healed. All was beautiful, everything glimmered. From the people I met to the Town I fell in love with to even the very lectures themselves , all was wonderful but alas I am a dramatist by nature. Where I go Jaunes and Puck harken , sowing mischief in my wake.
I met a fair maiden " full beaut' a fairy child" and fairer still man and had the most unfortunate luck to fall inlove with both. Not a romantic love understand, though what I felt for this fair maiden -let us call her Sawela- did give me cause for concern, no this more was the kind mortals feel for gods.
For a little while I could not live without these two, every waking moment not spent with them was wasted. be it study or leisure my world was shiny simply because they were there.
Snide comments and offences against my honour were left ignored by me,but to breathe an hour in their presence. It excites amd worries me that anyone let alone two persons should have an effect over me.
Perhaps that is the nature of the poet:
To worship and laud and praise
Though thine own back be bruis'd and raised
with welts, a little whipping boy
thankful for the pain
More Sir add salt anything at all to distract
from the flaws of my own existance
More good Dam, more My Good Man heed my insistance
To elavate to desecrate to go through ritual and rite
to sacrifice to comprimise to trust whole-heartedly
and love
To give up to cast disbeleif on the copral to wait
dissapointed for a superbeing to save
To abandon to turn away disraught to focus on said pain
To kick rubble, toss dirt ,scratch earth then rebuild again
Distrustful of gold or God put thine trust in humans
*****
Needless to say things have changed now, a foray with the darker arts as some misguided fools may call them, put an end to all that. Add to that dissapointment in the form of many elders I looked up to.
I am a duller being no not that hurt dusty
not blind, unseeing
now I learn what I have learnt a chain link
Rusting ever ready to break
tempered forescore and yore ago by hate
Mans selfish delusions oft are to the exclusion
of the soul
We do not do compassion knock elsewhere freind
We trained you well to serve the moment now
the moments at an end and instructed in the way to go
turn right or left you lose yourself
but what more now have I to replenish what more to sell?
I would like to say I've fallen from grace but I have to look up to see hell
Aerté
The moon is high in the sky as I write this but my soul is low within me.
Those of you who have been with me from the beginnig will know mine, for the past little while, has not been an easy path.
TOrmented in the den of the murderous harpy-witches, who too ironically proved to be my teachers of the fairest sort, I escaped very much scathed but still quite determined to regain my self.
alas I found that having sold what little I had and replaced it with excretement-that is the only word-and having then retched up that even, I was left with less than nothing. Not even energy.So I spent the Summer resting, doing only so much as to avoid acusations of sloth.
When my time at the institute began I was refreshed, enthusiastic and somewhat healed. All was beautiful, everything glimmered. From the people I met to the Town I fell in love with to even the very lectures themselves , all was wonderful but alas I am a dramatist by nature. Where I go Jaunes and Puck harken , sowing mischief in my wake.
I met a fair maiden " full beaut' a fairy child" and fairer still man and had the most unfortunate luck to fall inlove with both. Not a romantic love understand, though what I felt for this fair maiden -let us call her Sawela- did give me cause for concern, no this more was the kind mortals feel for gods.
For a little while I could not live without these two, every waking moment not spent with them was wasted. be it study or leisure my world was shiny simply because they were there.
Snide comments and offences against my honour were left ignored by me,but to breathe an hour in their presence. It excites amd worries me that anyone let alone two persons should have an effect over me.
Perhaps that is the nature of the poet:
To worship and laud and praise
Though thine own back be bruis'd and raised
with welts, a little whipping boy
thankful for the pain
More Sir add salt anything at all to distract
from the flaws of my own existance
More good Dam, more My Good Man heed my insistance
To elavate to desecrate to go through ritual and rite
to sacrifice to comprimise to trust whole-heartedly
and love
To give up to cast disbeleif on the copral to wait
dissapointed for a superbeing to save
To abandon to turn away disraught to focus on said pain
To kick rubble, toss dirt ,scratch earth then rebuild again
Distrustful of gold or God put thine trust in humans
*****
Needless to say things have changed now, a foray with the darker arts as some misguided fools may call them, put an end to all that. Add to that dissapointment in the form of many elders I looked up to.
I am a duller being no not that hurt dusty
not blind, unseeing
now I learn what I have learnt a chain link
Rusting ever ready to break
tempered forescore and yore ago by hate
Mans selfish delusions oft are to the exclusion
of the soul
We do not do compassion knock elsewhere freind
We trained you well to serve the moment now
the moments at an end and instructed in the way to go
turn right or left you lose yourself
but what more now have I to replenish what more to sell?
I would like to say I've fallen from grace but I have to look up to see hell
Aerté
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
house of Cards
I am in a very bad place right now. Mentally speaking.
It aint the worst ive been in but really, it was all going so well.
Ma and Pa decided to call it quits, I miss a few days a college Im out of it, Made a regal ass of myself in front of someone I really need listening to me, folly folly and mmore.
But why am I chastised so harshly for mistakes anyone could make? is it cause I go out of my way forever to acommodate people that they feel that means taking up residence upon my personal space and usuing me as a doormat?
I dont know what to do and yes I know I havent a clue but no ones perfect eh?
cycles and cycles, what have i done what am i doing why who and where?
I could talk with someone, but I currently have high disregard for psychiatrists.
I isolate do I ?
No paitence for folk of any sort right now but despise being alone. with my thoughts.
Its scary
It aint the worst ive been in but really, it was all going so well.
Ma and Pa decided to call it quits, I miss a few days a college Im out of it, Made a regal ass of myself in front of someone I really need listening to me, folly folly and mmore.
But why am I chastised so harshly for mistakes anyone could make? is it cause I go out of my way forever to acommodate people that they feel that means taking up residence upon my personal space and usuing me as a doormat?
I dont know what to do and yes I know I havent a clue but no ones perfect eh?
cycles and cycles, what have i done what am i doing why who and where?
I could talk with someone, but I currently have high disregard for psychiatrists.
I isolate do I ?
No paitence for folk of any sort right now but despise being alone. with my thoughts.
Its scary
Thursday, October 22, 2009
...so was?
jkli jklij shi i hate this again it happens
I love you he he madden me so i cant talk
unmade in my rage I hate no love no nothing
Did the gods make us for this
Trickster living drunken revalry
Irish style debauchery (soz)
Are we not sentinent beings?
Dwarf und human Warum Lebens Sie so?
Maskana ma elves yangu sé munoy'ta
zhaka d'i?
I unlearn how to speak. Taught
'stead how to eat my eignes worten
Poetry not orgies I've writ and no
one in the Lords damn world is down
with it. I cant see, me naive?
Look sorry to everyone ,that being everyone who'll never read this, about the things I've said
sorry to mom and Dad for not always listening you were right, eventually you were right.
No apologies to liars and theives and so called predators, In Meiner Meinung wúrden Sie gestorben , besser wird die Welt.
and thanks you to Apocalyptica for fixing me up. again.
And Steve Dillion you rock too.
I love you he he madden me so i cant talk
unmade in my rage I hate no love no nothing
Did the gods make us for this
Trickster living drunken revalry
Irish style debauchery (soz)
Are we not sentinent beings?
Dwarf und human Warum Lebens Sie so?
Maskana ma elves yangu sé munoy'ta
zhaka d'i?
I unlearn how to speak. Taught
'stead how to eat my eignes worten
Poetry not orgies I've writ and no
one in the Lords damn world is down
with it. I cant see, me naive?
Look sorry to everyone ,that being everyone who'll never read this, about the things I've said
sorry to mom and Dad for not always listening you were right, eventually you were right.
No apologies to liars and theives and so called predators, In Meiner Meinung wúrden Sie gestorben , besser wird die Welt.
and thanks you to Apocalyptica for fixing me up. again.
And Steve Dillion you rock too.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Never Ever EVER Again!
Apologies Friends for the somewhat drunken nature of my post last night
I meant to write 'Kvetha Fricaya' for the title not -whatever I wrote-
Must've hit the ole faelnirv just a bit too hard.
Which sucks because now I'll have to brew some more :(
Love You NYHM
~~~~Atra Esterni ono thelduin~~~~~~~~
I meant to write 'Kvetha Fricaya' for the title not -whatever I wrote-
Must've hit the ole faelnirv just a bit too hard.
Which sucks because now I'll have to brew some more :(
Love You NYHM
~~~~Atra Esterni ono thelduin~~~~~~~~
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Etyar Fricai
As I was about to retire for the night just as my mind was circling the outer-realms of The Dreaming, I was awoken but a sudden and inextingushble desire to blog.
THETHOUGHT TH€AT WOKE ME: AS I was dreaming of all my beloved and the ones whom they in turn, or more precisly, they instead love, this thought ocurred to me; The worlds not half as promiscuous as it reckons itself to be, and people on a whole are kinder,stronger,smarter and more courageous beings than they know
Fair Aires he came into my sleep inducing seducive imagery
Aghast was I to behold him so, until he said "hey just let it go"
To hell with inhibition! Let the heart roam free
"Thou would have me at your will,"quoth I to him
And Faery Aires did laugh. A Strong hearty chuckle, full beaut' an' full malice
Aires Fair Aeré did laugh and he took me 'pon a magickal dance in a place where Lovestruck humans do chance the fates
Swearing ,aswooning so, to never part
Pledging(so foolishly) their feeble hearts.
"Aeries oh Aeris I long for thee so, Aeries oh Aeries, you should know, Aeries my love for thine would not grow old ne'er be cold, never fall faint"
And fair Aires, Faery Aires ,Fair Aeré did laugh
Romance Eh? Naught but rust on ones sword If you ask me.
THETHOUGHT TH€AT WOKE ME: AS I was dreaming of all my beloved and the ones whom they in turn, or more precisly, they instead love, this thought ocurred to me; The worlds not half as promiscuous as it reckons itself to be, and people on a whole are kinder,stronger,smarter and more courageous beings than they know
Fair Aires he came into my sleep inducing seducive imagery
Aghast was I to behold him so, until he said "hey just let it go"
To hell with inhibition! Let the heart roam free
"Thou would have me at your will,"quoth I to him
And Faery Aires did laugh. A Strong hearty chuckle, full beaut' an' full malice
Aires Fair Aeré did laugh and he took me 'pon a magickal dance in a place where Lovestruck humans do chance the fates
Swearing ,aswooning so, to never part
Pledging(so foolishly) their feeble hearts.
"Aeries oh Aeris I long for thee so, Aeries oh Aeries, you should know, Aeries my love for thine would not grow old ne'er be cold, never fall faint"
And fair Aires, Faery Aires ,Fair Aeré did laugh
Romance Eh? Naught but rust on ones sword If you ask me.
Psychosocial
Es ist ein schones Tag, Kalt ja , aber der Sonne Scheint und Ich Fuhle so gut und warm.
Deise ist mein neues Blog, Ich hoffe du wird es gut finden.
Es gibt neu Inhalt hier, Ich glaube werde Ich mehr zeit auf Fantasy und buchen verwenden und weniger uber sexulalitat,Manner, und als soche.
So veil musss Ich machen deshalb sprache Ich so kleine.
Danke so veil
Schuss
Aerté
Friday, October 16, 2009
Found this on DeviantART
I wish I were comatose
Somewhere out of existence
Where I would no longer have to think
This life has become blurred
What is right?What is wrong?
How do I sooth the pain?
Why does it always come back
?The longing
The depressed haze
I need a hand to hold
And a sweet word whispered in my ear
But it never comes
It doesn't seek me out
And I seem unable to take it
Always I stop myself
For whatever reason
Thinking I could never have it
Or denying myself what I know I could
Destined to be alone
Life is simple that way
I've gotten use to being numb
I can live there longer
Make me comatose
So it's easier to bear
http://nooj-deathseeker.deviantart.com/
More or less channels one passage of thought that's running through my brain, not too loudly though. I amn't in pain or anything like I was before. before it was worse than BB, it was a whole entire body hurt. But now what hurt is healed or forgot and I look up smiling to go frontwards and on.
Somewhere out of existence
Where I would no longer have to think
This life has become blurred
What is right?What is wrong?
How do I sooth the pain?
Why does it always come back
?The longing
The depressed haze
I need a hand to hold
And a sweet word whispered in my ear
But it never comes
It doesn't seek me out
And I seem unable to take it
Always I stop myself
For whatever reason
Thinking I could never have it
Or denying myself what I know I could
Destined to be alone
Life is simple that way
I've gotten use to being numb
I can live there longer
Make me comatose
So it's easier to bear
http://nooj-deathseeker.deviantart.com/
More or less channels one passage of thought that's running through my brain, not too loudly though. I amn't in pain or anything like I was before. before it was worse than BB, it was a whole entire body hurt. But now what hurt is healed or forgot and I look up smiling to go frontwards and on.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I'm REALLY SORRY
Looking for you you in Internet chat rooms/
Kill me quick /
It was a little soon/
sick and free now/
I have not a clue/
What to do, what to do
You were there you made me care
They took the book and messed us around
with their tricks and their sleeves seemed to streach for miles
and all I want from you baby is to see you smile
Yeach you were there
you made me care
and try to be someone a little less repulsive
yeah you were there
So clear
In all your thoughts and deeds
Now you're gone from me /
Love me tender love lately just love me/
Kill me quick /
It was a little soon/
sick and free now/
I have not a clue/
What to do, what to do
You were there you made me care
They took the book and messed us around
with their tricks and their sleeves seemed to streach for miles
and all I want from you baby is to see you smile
Yeach you were there
you made me care
and try to be someone a little less repulsive
yeah you were there
So clear
In all your thoughts and deeds
Now you're gone from me /
Love me tender love lately just love me/
Tonight-The Prayer
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet
And the power to impress
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet Let me outshine them all
Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
2nd best runner upIs it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more, than is given to you?
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm
I will slice I will dazzleI will outshine them all
Standing on the packed dance floor
Our bodies throb in time
Silent on the weekdays Tonight I claim whats mine
Is it so wrong to crave recognition?2nd best runner up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more, than is given to you
And the power to impress
Lord, give me grace and dancing feet Let me outshine them all
Is it so wrong to crave recognition?
2nd best runner upIs it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more, than is given to you?
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit
Tonight make me unstoppable
And I will charm
I will slice I will dazzleI will outshine them all
Standing on the packed dance floor
Our bodies throb in time
Silent on the weekdays Tonight I claim whats mine
Is it so wrong to crave recognition?2nd best runner up
Is it so wrong to want rewarding?
To want more, than is given to you
Holy Sh*T! Is that a transformer?!
This guy is like the coolest ever:
Actually most of the Warcraft music vids I've seen are pretty hot, which is something coming from someone who is not a fan of W.O.W
Gigi ? Got a voice, got Talent, doesn't use it well enough. Sorry
Lost my wallet, only to find it again a day later.Pretty lucky
"They don't call us high elves for no reason" ha ha Love you Nyhm.
My back is sore. I think I jacked it up preety good and proper last night; I was locked out so stayed at Lorna's.She was a very accomodating hostess. She fed me and everything.
I don't atually have anything to blog about as at this moment my stomach is just saying food food food food
Guess I will follow its will.haha
Actually most of the Warcraft music vids I've seen are pretty hot, which is something coming from someone who is not a fan of W.O.W
Gigi ? Got a voice, got Talent, doesn't use it well enough. Sorry
Lost my wallet, only to find it again a day later.Pretty lucky
"They don't call us high elves for no reason" ha ha Love you Nyhm.
My back is sore. I think I jacked it up preety good and proper last night; I was locked out so stayed at Lorna's.She was a very accomodating hostess. She fed me and everything.
I don't atually have anything to blog about as at this moment my stomach is just saying food food food food
Guess I will follow its will.haha
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