Why I shouldn’t be bored |
This is why I shouldn't be Bored!See I start to ramble.....Anyways Today was another boring day...Do people suddenly forget how to drive during the holidays...I mean seriously...Most people drive auto...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Dec 2008 00:35:00 GMT |
What is it with Screamo |
What is it with Screamo?why is everyone Afraid?Do they hate the concept in myriad dissonance that remains?MAYBE Better would it be asked,What the Fuck is Alternative... what the fuck is that crap?
Posted by on Sun, 21 Dec 2008 00:24:00 GMT |
Sanctuary Inside |
In The mind there was a Light, surrounded by Dark.
In the Catacombs of the Forsaken....
Chisels the Craftsman in his Cell.
Rusted, dank, dir-ty .
In The worm glow from the ceiling
Chiping away blister...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 11:04:00 GMT |
The moon |
Look out side
Stary sky
Damn the lamp light.
Twinkle bright dying light
Never to rust.
three-quarter
Major pie
How many hours till you die?
Wonderous white falsehood
Faces marred
Surfa...
Posted by on Wed, 31 Oct 2007 00:06:00 GMT |
more random SH$%@$T |
Three halves,
Four fourths,
One quarter of one fifth.
How slow must life go before its been missed?
How long will it be?
Continual Mediocracy?
Blandness listlessness..
Gathering of indifferent minds.
...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Oct 2007 23:56:00 GMT |
ANIME EXPO '07 |
I guess the first question is "Did I have fun?"
One would think that's an easy question to answer.
I certainly wish it would be easy to answer.
Its been long, and PARTS of it were fun.
There's was som...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jul 2007 11:12:00 GMT |
SICK AGAIN |
Sick AGAIN ...
Yep its TRUE...
Ain't no Whooping cough...
Or Avarian Flu...
Got the Strep...
It Sure does suck..
The Antibotics...
Are fucking me up..
So this is the story..
For another 8 days....
Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 22:51:00 GMT |
the blog |
Blog the blog.
Hip the hop.
Follow the bouncy frog till it drops.
Down the well.
Down the hole.
Could that be Peter Cotton-Tail?
Crossing the borders of acid filled dreams.
Shaken...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 10:29:00 GMT |
A mark; A stain |
Slow days, no days, nowadays
Profit gone...
minutes tick... the heart beats slower..
In the vice of boredom, where lives flair and vibrancy
is blurred to a gray with the stroke from the brush of the u...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
IF |
If everyone was someone...
and no one was nothing....
Shouldn't something be something....
More so then nothing be nothing ...
is a some sorta way...
Or is nothing more like the absence of some...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
