I'd like to meet:
well I'll tell you one thing about anyone I meet you can't be narrow minded, and/or hive minded. Make you own minds up!!!!! well anyways if you can atleast fit this frame then thats a start.
Im me on Kungfutoast"The King of Things was busy one day, making sure things were going his way.
The piggies were dancing just the way that he loved, when he pulled on his strings or gave them a shove.
His strings were hooked up to the ducks by their bills,and he controlled all the quacking on Cranberry Hill.
He contrlled all the gators and the sharks in the pond, and everything else they were chomping upon.
And the moon and the stars were his just to spin,and he played them his way like a violin.
He controlled all the faces, the laughs and the frowns, he controlled all the colors, the lights and the sounds.
He controlled the whole world with the strings that he had, he controlled everything, for good or for bad.
When the King of Things was sleepy, he'd sleep, and the strings in his dreams pulled the strings on the sheep.
And when he awoke, he wanted his way, and he pulled on a strings for treats on a tray.
Now, the King's only friend was a qurrelsome crow, who teased him on tuesdays about things he should know.
"Such a powerfull King!" Said the crow as she joked. "But where would he be if his strings ever broke?"
"But my strings never break!" said the king with great pride. But the thought of them breaking made him shudder inside.
And it made him so nervous it tied him in knots, and after a while he controlled his own thoughts.
And so it was as the years passed the rings, the world was in chains to the King of Things.
One day the qurrelsome crow came to visit, and the King scratched his head and demanded, "What is it?"
"The people are angry! And the piggies are, too! And the duckies and the gators and the kangaroos!"
"And the moon and the stars and the sun up above, and everything else that you push and you shove!"
"What do you know of these things!" cried the King. "These matters of power, control, and of string!"
"Of pusing and pulling all day and all night, so that every thing everything everywhere works out just right."
"There's nothing I know,and there's nothing I'll say! But there's someone who does, and you'll meet him someday!"
"Who's that?" said te King, whith his face in a frown. "His name," said the crow, "is the Cranberry Clown!"
One day a stranger appeared on the hill, and the King scratched his head by the windowsill.
"Who's that?" said he, to the quarrelsome crow. "It's the Cranberry Clown! I thought you would know!"
He sat all alone at the top of the knoll, and he was tangled in string from his neck to his soles.
The string was so tight the clown couldn't budge. Not a shoulder to shirk, nor an elbow to nudge.
He moved not a finger, a leg nor a toe, and he'd given up trying a long time ago.
"What does he do?" said the King , with a sniff. "He sits all alone, and he falls of a cliff."
"What's that?" said the King. "What did you say?" "It's true," said the crow, "he does it all day!"
"He closes his eyes, and he tips his chair, and he holds his breath, and he falls somewhere."
The years passed agian, and the King only worsened, as he tightened his grip on each thing and each person.
"You will all do my will!" he criedfrome the hill. But the more he insisted the more they resisted.
The King grew angry, and he started to pout, when the voice of the qurrelsome crow rang out.
Everyone watched her as she soared high above. The King was shaking, and he dropped his silk glove.
"Everyone here and everything,too, is a King in this world, just like you."
"We all have our wishes, and we all want our way, but the game doesn't work when someone won't play!"
"You've had many cances, and you've scoffed at each one, now it's the end of your mischief, it's the end of your fun!"
"Now everyone listen, the whole world over! Wheather high in the sky, or deep in the clover!"
"When I count to two, pull away at your strings, and break your connection to the King of Things!"
The King heald hard to the strings in his hand, but the force that he felt was more than he'd planned.
The people were pulling, and the strings were snappin', and the King was cursing, and that how it happened!
And when it was over a party broke out, from the east to the west, from the north to the south.
The King was crying, he was all alone. The Cranberry Clown could hear him moan.
"Stop all your weaping! There's noting so tragic! I've something to show you. Come Closer, it's magic!" The King went down to the clown by the cliff, wiping his tears with a handkerchief.
"What can YOU show me?" the King only sighed. "You're worse off than me! Atleast I'm untied!" "Everyone's tied, it's not just me. They're tied just the same, with strings they can't see!"(MORE TO COME!!!)
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My Black Season
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You know one of these days Im gonna have to give up on people. Their always shitting in my face, and Im over it. If you can't trust the ones you love to be there then whats the point of dealing with anyone? Well there are those select few whom I still love, there are others who would be lucky if I could talk to them without being filled with complete and utter rage! Then there are those who are on the thresh-hold of becoming the latter. The ones who are to scared to live because something might be hard or a risk. Go to hell you lame CUNTS!!! If you have doubts as to where you lie you can ask me and I'll tell you but be ready for what I am going to say it might not be pretty.
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Just a side note here, this is over a year ago, and I was going nuts for some reason. I think it had something to do with all the pain that my spleen and my liver were causing me...I dont plan on erasing it because of two reasons...
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(1)It lets me see how much as a person I have changed for the better.
(2)Its pretty funny. I think that I may have been reading too much JTHM...