You know, I've never actuallly seen a tarantula move?
I have this theory that the ones you can buy are actually little tiny model spiders, with wire armatures, and that pet-store employees break into your home at night and move it to new positions so that you THINK it's alive.
I lost count of the questions
I have lost sight of the answers
I want everything
I want nothing
The more I think
The deeper the whole I dig
The farther down I go
The more lost I get
There is almost no light left
And I want to fade away like a memory
Walked up and said hi to you at the zombie walk, and you said something like 'Uh, yeah, hi..." and ignored me
So I had all these hurt feelings...
...It was at least half an hour before I remembered that I was wearing a full-face latex prosthesis, and there was NO WAY AT ALL for you to recognise me.
I think that might be one of the most amusing (if slightly pathetic) miffings I have ever heard about.
A journeys end
means one begun
a time that was
a time that's come
a path that's new
a seasons end
a new flower blooms
for you my friend
the sun shines through
the thickend leaves
and lays a path before your feet
the light illuminates your way
from dusk unto the brightest day
I play hearts too... and crib, and crazy eights, and war, and poker, and.... wait there is a 'with' there... dang you reading skills.
The good kind of bad, or the bad kind of bad?
I am sure whatever you did, the people's hearts you played with are better for it.... unless you mean literally played with their hearts, as in you retrieved them from their chest cavity.... :whatever;
You are a great person who has touch so many lives in a positive way.
pity we didnt stab the creature when we had the chance.. it was pity that stayed our hand, and mercy we let him live on after all those horrible deeds. Now at any rate he's as bad as an orc and just an enemy. He deserves death. I dare say..... many that live deserve death and sum that die deserve life. Can you give it... Read More
Hey I'm gonna try to open up a myspace account... I don't really want to set a big thing up, so its soul purpose will be for talking to you....flattered?
In other news, I've decided to go as a blue dry-erase marker for halloween
the fists grasp the blue and pull
pull it out at the roots
roots that were deep and now unearthed
unearthed the evil that's escaping frum underneth
underneath the smile that covers the pain
pain that burns and drains and torments
torments that scream at me day and night
night that consumes my sky and leaves it dark
dark are the the words the voices... Read More