Id first like to thank all who said hello and welcomed me ... it means a lot, you guys rule! \m/ \m/
And now ... my day. Blah.
Fairly slow day. Nothing much to report. People that have their head in their ass still annoy me, people that think I know nothing about cars just because I dont have a penis still make me homicidal, my boss still needs to either give me a raise or fuck off and die, people that come in and take over my office just because they think they can still need to be crucified with a nailgun, I still have a lot of writing to get done (of the poetry and letter persuasion), I still need to clean my fucking apartment, my mom still hates my hair ... yanno ... nothing new. Same shit. Different day. Bigger pile. Different flies.
Had a few pleasant distractions, though. Got a new nose ring, which Im happy about. The mechanics in the shop are always amusing and trying to cheer me up. Mark (one of the techs) said something about his wife having the IQ of a watermelon and that was just IT for me !!
Psyched about going to Flux tomorrow, and meeting whoever's going !! There will be much drinking and dancing involved I wajor ...
I will also be going to BOUND in tow wif the mighty King of Skulls (Once Upon a Bound, as it were) for all those that will be hitting the Webster Underground on Saturday night...
Ive also uploaded some other photos of myself so you can put a face to a name better than my avatar, which King_of_Skulls did an AWESOME job fixing for me. Danke babe!
Ive been told that Wednesday facilitates poetry ... and since its technically Wednesday now, Id like to try my very favorite Ive ever written on you guys before anything else ... I wrote the following when I was 14 years old (yes, i was a fucked up child LOL)
Comments, criticism, critiquing, etc is all welcome ...
Think maybe Im off home to put on XXX (mmmm .... Vin Diesel .... mmmm ..... Asia Argento ....) and get some actual writing done. Yay productivity.
Cheers! Hope to see some of you tomorrow night!
And now ... poetry by moi, enjoy (I wrote this when I was 14, so go easy on me LOL):
"The Ghost with the Golden Smile"
Thoughts swimming around in my head,
coming to grips with the words that I said,
melancholy nonsense, a language that's mine,
the line of insanity hard to define,
musical obsession to help me along,
subliminal messages tell me it's wrong,
chanting in tongues, a sermon of hate,
influence makes me surrender my fate,
seeing the world in the eyes of a stray,
shadows and clouds darken more everyday,
a loner, in darkness, in full solitude,
it's funny how it's only me you exclude,
from hope and love, from faith and joy,
my self-esteem is yours to destroy,
destined-since descent from the womb,
to forever be a walking tomb,
the way you drench me with mortification,
the epitome of humiliation,
to stand in the spotlight and drown in the sweat,
shaking the hand of the ghost that I met,
shaking his hand with his golden smile,
I stared at him blankly all the while,
in my mind I knew his face,
I'd seen it in a familiar place,
it struck me who as I stood in awe,
I knew exactly who it was that I saw,
I was shaking hands with the reaper himself,
come to steal my soul and put it back on the shelf,
"My time has come already?" I thought,
I've been cheated and conned of the life that I sought,
he flashed me his smile and said, "Take my hand,"
I said, "No! I want more out of life, I demand!"
he said, "I thought death is what you wanted,
not the misery of being harassed and taunted,"
I said, "I never expected to end it like this,"
he said, "You're being called subject to death's gentle kiss,"
I thought and I pondered the words that he said,
all the more making me wish I was dead,
"Then take me," I said, "What's another dead soul,
I need it to fill my heart's aching hole,"
never before had I felt so content,
with death's soothing company and the time that we spent,
but as my last moments of this life grew near,
I felt inclined to shed a tear,
surprisingly enough my eyes stayed dry,
my cold, stone heart wouldn't let me try,
then he took it from me, my last breath,
as he smiled at me, I embraced his sweet death
- Sorriah Angel
And now ... my day. Blah.
Fairly slow day. Nothing much to report. People that have their head in their ass still annoy me, people that think I know nothing about cars just because I dont have a penis still make me homicidal, my boss still needs to either give me a raise or fuck off and die, people that come in and take over my office just because they think they can still need to be crucified with a nailgun, I still have a lot of writing to get done (of the poetry and letter persuasion), I still need to clean my fucking apartment, my mom still hates my hair ... yanno ... nothing new. Same shit. Different day. Bigger pile. Different flies.
Had a few pleasant distractions, though. Got a new nose ring, which Im happy about. The mechanics in the shop are always amusing and trying to cheer me up. Mark (one of the techs) said something about his wife having the IQ of a watermelon and that was just IT for me !!
Psyched about going to Flux tomorrow, and meeting whoever's going !! There will be much drinking and dancing involved I wajor ...
I will also be going to BOUND in tow wif the mighty King of Skulls (Once Upon a Bound, as it were) for all those that will be hitting the Webster Underground on Saturday night...
Ive also uploaded some other photos of myself so you can put a face to a name better than my avatar, which King_of_Skulls did an AWESOME job fixing for me. Danke babe!
Ive been told that Wednesday facilitates poetry ... and since its technically Wednesday now, Id like to try my very favorite Ive ever written on you guys before anything else ... I wrote the following when I was 14 years old (yes, i was a fucked up child LOL)
Comments, criticism, critiquing, etc is all welcome ...
Think maybe Im off home to put on XXX (mmmm .... Vin Diesel .... mmmm ..... Asia Argento ....) and get some actual writing done. Yay productivity.
Cheers! Hope to see some of you tomorrow night!
And now ... poetry by moi, enjoy (I wrote this when I was 14, so go easy on me LOL):
"The Ghost with the Golden Smile"
Thoughts swimming around in my head,
coming to grips with the words that I said,
melancholy nonsense, a language that's mine,
the line of insanity hard to define,
musical obsession to help me along,
subliminal messages tell me it's wrong,
chanting in tongues, a sermon of hate,
influence makes me surrender my fate,
seeing the world in the eyes of a stray,
shadows and clouds darken more everyday,
a loner, in darkness, in full solitude,
it's funny how it's only me you exclude,
from hope and love, from faith and joy,
my self-esteem is yours to destroy,
destined-since descent from the womb,
to forever be a walking tomb,
the way you drench me with mortification,
the epitome of humiliation,
to stand in the spotlight and drown in the sweat,
shaking the hand of the ghost that I met,
shaking his hand with his golden smile,
I stared at him blankly all the while,
in my mind I knew his face,
I'd seen it in a familiar place,
it struck me who as I stood in awe,
I knew exactly who it was that I saw,
I was shaking hands with the reaper himself,
come to steal my soul and put it back on the shelf,
"My time has come already?" I thought,
I've been cheated and conned of the life that I sought,
he flashed me his smile and said, "Take my hand,"
I said, "No! I want more out of life, I demand!"
he said, "I thought death is what you wanted,
not the misery of being harassed and taunted,"
I said, "I never expected to end it like this,"
he said, "You're being called subject to death's gentle kiss,"
I thought and I pondered the words that he said,
all the more making me wish I was dead,
"Then take me," I said, "What's another dead soul,
I need it to fill my heart's aching hole,"
never before had I felt so content,
with death's soothing company and the time that we spent,
but as my last moments of this life grew near,
I felt inclined to shed a tear,
surprisingly enough my eyes stayed dry,
my cold, stone heart wouldn't let me try,
then he took it from me, my last breath,
as he smiled at me, I embraced his sweet death
- Sorriah Angel
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theretronerd:
it was great meeting you last night. too bad you guys didnt make out to the gem show today. omg! a whole high school gymnasium full of crystals, all colors, sizes. ahhh it was a high time. i met two AMAZING people there. i think im gonna get one of them on the site. so anyway, i hope we can chill some other time. monopoly at my place is a must sometime soon. also, you should try on these shoes i have. have a great week. 
welntaod:
Happy to see you again! Again, I've posted pics in my Flux & Bound folder... Going to Flux on Wed?