Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Deadliest Warrior

I'm really tired so I'm gonna copy Matt and blog about Deadliest Warrior.
Okay, so here I go:
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Ninja > Spartan.
. . 'nuff said.

Friday, April 24, 2009

"Frog or orange?"

I remember that once, someone tried to tell me that "than" wasn't a word. They were the kind of person that thought they knew everything, kind of like myself before seventh grade. Being forced to work on a project with myself sucks.

*FLAIL*

Amused.

I seem to have forgotten that sex is the pinnacle of human relationships.

"If you send this to-

1 perso​n-​ you will lose all luck in ur love life.​.​.​.​.

​ forev​er!​!​!​!​!​

10 peopl​e-​ your crush​ will say they like you as a frien​d.​.​.​.​.​.

​ ONLY!​!​!​!​!​

15 peopl​e-​ your crush​ will say they like you

20 peopl​e-​ your crush​ will ask you out!

25 peopl​e-​ your crush​ will kiss you!​!​

30 peopl​e - Your crush​ will have sex with you

35 peopl​e or more-​ All of the above"

DELETE!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

The sky is crying. Did someone rape it?

My sister goes to cosmetology school. Today my sister straightened my hair with a chemical straightener. It's supposed to be permanent. Sitting in that chair, it felt like a dentist appointment, only in a good way. I don't think it came out very well, but now I can do this! *shakes his hair about for a good three minutes* The hair tickles my nose and it's long enough to bite.

P.S. I just coughed and my guinea pigs dove for their shelter!

I love lamp.

3 steps to poetry.

1. Write down your thoughts.
2. Cut them in half, like a sandwich, with the ENTER or RETURN key.
3a. Add punctuation.
3b. Hope that anyone cares. (optional)

On Mars, you showed me the value of life.

I want my Watchmen back.
I want my girl back.
I want to play my guitar.
I want everyone to wake up already
So that my noise won't disturb them,
So that I don't have to wake them up myself.
Existing is so difficult.

Killing ourselves.

It seems like most of the time I'm just waiting for something better to happen.
I look over at the T.V.
Laugh,
Look back at the single line
And decide I have nothing more to write about.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

A circle has no beginning.

I wish I were never born!
.. but how?
You can only wish you weren't born once you've -been- born and there's no turning back. And it is a decision that isn't yours to make in the first place, like a lot of decisions in life. So in a lot of ways being dead is like being alive, only you're unaware of your existence.
How do you know you're not dead now?
Do you think we've all died and gone somewhere equally depressing?
There's no way of knowing.
-Is- no way?
How can something that 'is' not be there?
And my mind is contorted
From all the glue
Don't condemn Me
We are more alike than You may think.
I'm really tired.

Disappointment

I wish there were an easier way to live

"I'll take a quiet life
A handshake
of carbon monoxide

And no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
please"

Woohoo! Catching up on two weeks of failure!