January 2010
30 posts
Palindrome.
“Dammit I’m Mad”
by
Demetri Martin
Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss. Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”. Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp, In my halo of a mired rum...
“No regrets. No regrets unless you regret who you are.”
– L.
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Values.
Independence—being responsible, trustworthy, and of sound enough character to do act without depending on anyone, being a leader rather than a follower, looking for opportunities to show that you do not depend on anyone, showing maturity in the fact that you can be trusted on your own, being able to stand alone on thoughts or ideas even if the majority of people do not believe in them.
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silly.
What do we do when the mind that creates the purpose malfunctions? Someone once said that he never feels alone because he always has himself…and I was tempted to ask him if he and himself got along.
i’m so sick of the sensory setbacks stifiling superfluous er, supposedly superior……. somethings.
sadface
We’re all born with needles and thread. The thread is pretty, and the needles are pointy. We throw away the needles, and play with the thread. Then we grow old, and our lives seem to keep bursting at the seams. As though no one really understands what to do. And we find our rusty needles and we manage our thread but it is old now, and worn. (Cat’s cradles and sock puppets and woven...
I'm sorry.
Impossibly probable. Closure appears to be unattainable. Maybe thirty minutes. Why is it easier to destroy than to build. To break To ache than to heal?
there
can’t seem to focus…anymore Or maybe I never could just sort of a one-way all or nothing kind of thing maybe i don’t know im not sure what i could improve because im not sure how exactly to pinpoint what it is that im doing wrong but im tired and i am kept up i should go im going to sleep…or maybe not.
here
Hold your arms out and taste it Don’t let it just brush your skin Open up and feel the way You twist away When you’re cool and here and vulnerable.
Don’t stop, wait Hear the blood from your toes Spark your brain Let all the waves pierce your eyes Until they crackle. And if you hear a whisper, take it Don’t let it idle by. Inhale and feel your heart thud beat bounce love.
love.
it’s all coming crashing down i hate it dont know what to do i want to do this but i dont want to be stupid and i still keepcrying willyou STOP crying stop stop STOP
Milky Way
Why don’t you come with me? It looks so untouched. Come, we’ll make footprints in space. And I’ll splash you with milky clouds and we can float through foamy nebulae. We can pick up the spacestars and toss them back into that chilly abyss because they look so lonely without each other. We can walk the edge tossing our feet, looking for things to collect. white dwarfs, red...
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a speckle.
I love that we are insignificant too… not only for the reasons you’ve said but also…we’re the reason we’re so important! It’s all up to us..and people get so worried that life is hopeless and stupid and small but it makes all the difference in the world. And yeah. We’re not alone. There’s no way, there’s no way we’re alone. But...
yiffle. i has one.
me: Can i call you yiffle? yiffles
Yiffle: sure
me: ^-^ mah yifflesch. LOL OMG
Yiffle: oh b4 u go i haz one more happie to give u
me: YIFFLE STANDS FOR "Your Index For Furry Links Everywhere" ...idk..it came from "wikifur"
Yiffle: hahaha....so happie.. my dad asked me if i got lot of sleep last night. i was like yea (wasn't gonna tell him truth) he was like my mom called and talked to him till like 4 am. By the end he was like half asleep just mumbling stuff. i guess i am a lot like my dad...
me: omg! That's soooooooooo lollllllll
Yiffle: also his phone
me: yiffle, he's just like you!
Yiffle: background has recently switched to a not amazing pic of my mom that he randomly took in the car where she looks like confused happy
me: ...........that's uncanny.
Yiffle: yea
me: :D
Yiffle: thought it would make u happie
me: it does! hahaaaa :D :D that's so cool!
Yiffle: :)
me: althoughh we beatt them at talking on teh phone :)
Yiffle: thats was my first thought
me: cuz i was on teh phone w/ you when your mom called...and we talked til 5:30 and LOL really??
Yiffle: ya
me: hahaahaha :D I love you.
Yiffle: i love you too*
me: :] ..........mah yiffle.
Yiffle: mah ..... ______
me: if you hate it, tell me, b/c yiffle is a rather ridiculous nickname :D
Yiffle: as long as no one finds out what it means
me: oh....alright... :3 :) haha I promise :]
Yiffle: cool cool
...but I spend so much time wishing I was like... →
That’s Alaska, by the way.
Sonnet From Forever Ago. (09/09)
In truth this glass confines the words I speak Don’t look beyond the glare of wretched time For only in the heart do I feel weak But eyes caress and thus commit the crime My head is turned my lips would sooner break than slip on words too sweet for lovely ears I hold my breath with every move you make Let go and you may realize my fears This glass is painted black, its movement slow To ache...
it may not always be so e.e. cummings
it may not always be so;and i say that if your lips,which i have loved,should touch another’s,and your dear strong fingers clutch his heart,as mine in time not far away; if on another’s face your sweet hair lay in such a silence as i know,or such great writhing words as,uttering overmuch, stand helplessly before the spirit at bay; if this should...
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me: can you imagine a herd of cantaloupe riding towards you? followed by a herbivore-lion? freaky
you: o.O how would a herbivore lion look like? lol
me: LOL the first thought that came to my mind was "green" but idk why..vegetarians aren't green they don't photosynthesize also =D humans are not meant to be omnivores although we can digest meat (i think you know this already) we are made to eat fruits and vegetables, not meat we don't have the teeth for it..our teeth are rounded
you: what about those 4 sharp teeth?
me: also our digestive systems are not suited like those of most carnivores and omnivores to digest meat, but we can still do it. oh i mean..the 4 sharp teeth aren't going to kill an animal w/ one bite from them, are they? like you know...how all animals have defenses? sometimes i'm worried that our defense was the ability to learn...and create things.
you: it is a defense
me: which i suppose isn't completely terrible..
you: we created weapons for defense used man's superior intellect to create shelters from beasts traps etc. those are our weapons those are our teeth
me: ..so were we doomed from the beginnign? *beginning?
you: why do you say doomed?
me: weapons. killing beasts for food, learning, to kill others out of anger or flashes of emotion with our weapons
you: hmm i don't know if we were doomed from the start just because a lion has sharp teeth doesn't mean it uses it to bite another lion..that comes from our own foolishness
me: true...but do we have a capacity for foolishness because we can learn? because our ability to learn makes us feel superior to others?
you: hmm i feel like our ego does that not our intellect. our ego causes us to believe we are greater than the beast or others and feeds our intellect into thinking certain things that cause us to use weapons against ourselves
me: hmm so ego and intellect are separate
you: that's how i feel like, at least so far
“There is an art, or rather a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to...”
– Douglas Adams
help
black hole monster
stay away from my friends.