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Octavian James

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This really happened-
"So I had the funniest dream last night starring you. It started out with you coming up to me, very excited about something. I was like, what the hell? And you told me you were going to be on a live television broadcast to tell the president you fucked his wife. Now, stay with me here, I know the president's wife is horrid, but the fact that you were so stoked on all this was overwhelming. Next you told me the best part was that you were going to wear a bright red (like that Ron Howard from Happy Days red) mullet wig. You pulled it out and began to quote Gus Chiggens. Next thing I know I'm watching TV and you appear on stage with the host. Supposedly you were chosen, out of all America, to ask the president one question. He comes on, and you look very professional mind you, you shake hands and do some small talk. Then the big question time came and you jumped up on your seat, pulled out and put on your wig, and asked the president, and I quote, "Hey Bush! I fucked your wife! How does that feel?! Fuck Texas!" Then you began doing the gun motion with your hands into the air and whooping loudly. Armed men in suits tackled you and the station went into the "Please stand by" screen. I woke up laughing."

Books:


Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none!
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.
Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white.
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion???.

My Blog

Love's sweet intoxication

-Meant to Be-   Dark, alone Another story of wasted youth. Angry, bitter Isolation was my truth. Together, us It was meant to be. A higher power, God had written in the stars that you were she. S...
Posted by Octavian James on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 12:47:00 PST

Sorrow, sadness, mourning....yet gladness.

I wore black today, not knowing what it meant. I heard you past away, another man to heaven sent. The memories are faded with time, the result of my own selfishness. I missed out of you in your prime,...
Posted by Octavian James on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 09:50:00 PST

3 Little Pigs...Octavian Style

~Ya'll better be ready for this~ The Three Little Pigs By Octavian James Wilhelmsley      Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs.  Herbert, Reginald, and Bernardo were the...
Posted by Octavian James on Thu, 25 Jan 2007 10:46:00 PST

How to: Octavian Style

Lately in the gossip mags, I have read alot about women who aren't satisfied with what God gave them.  This includes the face, the boobies, the abs, and yes..also the ass.  I almost left out...
Posted by Octavian James on Fri, 05 Jan 2007 10:17:00 PST

Thanks to all my friends who have helped quide me~

Two Horses  ~ Author Unknown    Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each looks like every other horse. But if you stop your car, or a...
Posted by Octavian James on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 10:13:00 PST

I'm all smoke...no fire.

Well, its official.  I have created such a facade of sarcasm, non-chalance, don't care attitude, and of being an overall asshole that I can no longer be seperated from it.  Its almost like I...
Posted by Octavian James on Wed, 15 Nov 2006 11:30:00 PST

Talk without listening, live without breathing.

Alright kids...I put this new thingie on my profile that allows you to leave me little voice mails without having to chance me answering my phone.  Alls ya's gots to do is dial 641-920-8463 and i...
Posted by Octavian James on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 01:53:00 PST

Rain can't wash away the sins of Humanity

So....I paid my car off, 3 months early.  Now that I officially own it, the brakes are squeeling, my starter is going out, and my sunroof is possessed.  Oh well, at least I get to actually o...
Posted by Octavian James on Tue, 17 Oct 2006 09:18:00 PST

Pirate Bar Free-Stylee III

The trees were bare, snow on the ground. Brady was so, sooooo lonely 'cause there wasn't anyone around. Sobbing, breaking down, he dropped to his knees!!! Oh Santa!!!  PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSSEEEEE!!...
Posted by Octavian James on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 08:06:00 PST

Running brings clarity...and realization of mortality.

Furious, the wind tears at his face. The strain of his muscles pained, due to his frantic pace. Gasping, his lungs screaming for air. Under the night sky he feels the people stare. Churning, his legs ...
Posted by Octavian James on Thu, 27 Jul 2006 01:40:00 PST