When I was young I was picked on quite a bit. The usual set of circumstances, I was an easy target (smart, quiet, odd, insecure) and once the kids found my buttons they didn’t relent. For a long time I tried to ignore them. I spent a lot of time reading because I thought that with a book in front of my face I would blend into the background. And, for a while I did. From behind those first books I developed my love of the written word. Beginning with the marvels I found in the library and then later the stories I found in my own head. My need to escape elementary school torment helped foster my imagination, I suppose. I need to thank those kids for that.
So anyway, a few times the kids pretended that they wanted to be my friend. A kid would ask if I wanted to hang out on the playground either at recess or after school. The first couple of times I bought it. It was a pathetic display of desperation that, looking back now, makes me laugh. You can see that kid, right?...very awkward, over-filled book bag, disheveled clothes, greasy hair, hopeful smile. I would wait for my friend to show up and of course they wouldn’t and I would eventually trudge home. Sometimes they would gather somewhere along my route and give me a hard time shouting “Who were you waiting for back there?” and “Did you really think we’d be friends with you.” It was worse when they would wait until the next day bringing my humiliation to school to share with the rest of the class.
Why am I telling you this? Well…insight I suppose and also to offer some context that you may draw from for those times when I seem a bit vague (yes, really). I have had to overcome and still battle with some pretty substantial trust issues. Always present in the back of my mind is the voice telling me to watch out for anyone who gets too close because they probably have an ulterior motive that will leave me in a rut. It has taken me a long time and years of therapy to be able to ignore that voice and share even my more simple weaknesses with friends (without the guise of fiction). And, so I share this piece of myself, my past with you.
p.s. I am not sure what you will glean from my palate but my gut holds plenty.
(Not at present: soon and I'll let you know when.)
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«Oldest ‹Older 3401 – 3600 of 4973 Newer› Newest»yes, my love, I am your only one, it's me, your everything, your forever
and our love it does not boast. Nay, it does worse than that. It shrieks, caws and bellows so that the sound waves generated cause the seraphim to look up from their eternal studying. The gates of Heaven creak. The bottomless punch bowl trembles.
This is just plain crazy.
...and behold the sharpie appears
Well do you find you like to fall in love with people that you're never gonna meet?
It's easier than breaking up and crying in the street
Do you curse the happy couple? Do you cringe at wedding bells?
Do you drink up all the punch while you wish 'em all to hell?
Love love, kiss kiss... blah blah blah
You're making me sick, I wish you'd just stop showing off
For the rest of us that no one wants to love
It's hard enough trying to drink another winter all alone
Love love, kiss kiss... blah blah blah
Our love is not vain.
It is an eyesore, a great cerulean and pink spiral. Wherever it dares to walk, it is impossible to ignore. The Whore of Babylon retreats to her beaudoir in shame for it outshines even her garish robe, her painted eyes.
Good Morning! Just popping in for a mo'!
I cannot believe it's already August. >.<
Anyhoot!
She Wolf Anon:
The names are so cute. Thank you for your thoughtfulness. :)
Other Anon She Wolf Agreed with:
Thank you as well. Sorry for the long name! :)
Anima:
Our No Name Band would really like a spot, srsly. ;)
I hope you're doing okay. Sending good thoughts to you guys.
Blah, blah, blah.
Our love is a blemish on the very fabric of reality. The universe can only shrug and step aside for even it is not big enough to hold the ardor, the passion that explodes every time we pass a glance, much less dare touch.
blah blah blah.
To even call it love is to sully the purity of being, the Entity that has been borne of our Knowing the Other.
The goodness and solidarity that now enshroud us is transmuted into sin from its shameful glow.
And what a sin to hold close!
nigga please.
You read exactly like GV.
And the secret.
The secret worst of all.
Is that I am talking about what I feel with each and every one of you here.
I wrap the blessing of all the incredible women and men around this blog ever tighter around me.
I kiss each of you and I soar.
*gag, puke, etc.*
wow. so many pissy anons here this morning.
*shrugs, leaves them to their "fun"*
*heads to the kitchen for coffee*
You need some help. Seriously.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Blah blah blah.
*shakes head at whole spectacle*
*pukes some more*
Blah Blah Blah fuck off!
Hello Dumb Dumb
Mayo/Carmine/Gerard
can we have a new post please
Who you talking to 10:12?
Everyone is this whole blog needs to fuck off. I've never run across so many fucked up people in my life.
Oh, we're so inspired by Mayo. We're going to quit our jobs and live off our parents, boyfriends, unemployment, etc.
*peeks out from the kitchen*
did i hear my beloved will declaming verse?
ooooh, i did!
*happy*
*returns to rummaging through mayo's pantry*
Oh, I got fired from my job! Great! Now I have even more time to post inane poetry on Mayo!
declaiming verse, i meant.
i don't how one would de-clam a verse.
*ick*
If this is your form of communication with your love, you have more problems then some fucked up people on some blog.
says 10:18, 19 and 20 who is wasting their time reading and posting on Mayo as well
No one has more problems than some of the fucked up people on this blog.
usually takes one to know one
Happy Lammas, TJ and any other pagan homies around!
PP, thank you so much, I will do! :D You are always so much fun to read and so sweet.
Fimble Jazz, I ♥ you darlin'.
9:51 etc., you cracked me up with your verdant greenery. *high fives*
Anons with lovely things to say and SWA as always: Yes, Thank you. Your words are a pleasure, and were such a nice thing to wake up to. You have, as you always do, put a smile on my face. And when things turn nasty, I will remember your kindness and carry it over to that time and it will make a difference. Again, thank you.
Jeff Corwin anon, thank you , too. I've seen that video as well (as much as I try to avoid Faux News--that one has gone viral.) But anon, I want to believe. ^_^
I gots lots to do today. I am taking in about five birds and I still have to clean up the birds I have now and the aviary. And sometime today I have to get out to look for a nice bathing suit to wear tomorrow. Would you believe the one I wear now is about seven years old? O_o I am so lame.
Happy Lammas to anyone who celebrates it, and to those who don't, happy first of August. It is high summer, so enjoy the sun!
happy lammas back atcha, kapunua! (although i consider this the first holiday of autumn, even though it's still an oven weaher-wise.)
anyway, enjoy the day, and good luck on the swimsuit quest. :)
anon said :To even call it love is to sully the purity of being, the Entity that has been borne of our Knowing the Other.
The goodness and solidarity that now enshroud us is transmuted into sin from its shameful glow.
And what a sin to hold close!
Keep your books separate and write your names on your MCR CDS', it will save you a lot of confusion three months from now.
It never ceases to amaze me how so many people fail to interpret sarcasm on the interwebs.
Oh, TJ, I know, the Sun is going to begin to take a nap, and we get ready to harvest. But I can't bear to think of it that way! Instead, I have to still revel in the summer. I am never ready to give it up. I'm usually not ready to give it up until the prospect of Halloween--my favorite holiday--is close enough to feel. :D
10:35, if you're talking ot me, then my comment abour verdant greenery was a nod to snark.
...and irony. and satire. and parody.
10:24
has cooties
Nope, not talking to you, K. I knew you'd get it.
It's the other anons I was talking about. :)
One more thing, since I seem to be still wired on the hue amounts of caffeine I put into myself last night.
To all of you anons who get shouted down for daring to have something--*le gasp!*--positive to say about me, or Solly, or Fim or Splash, Princess or Bean or any of us evil people: I am sorry.
I'm sorry you have the absolute gall to like me, to like us. If your opinion of us had been that we are nasty, evil conspirators; that we are responsible for something bad; that we are mean; that the friendship that we found is a "clique;" or that we sometimes have the nerve to get defensive about being called these things; why then, your opinion would go unchecked. You would be all right broadcasting it, calling us out, calling us liars.
But you made a huge mistake. You said nice things about us. You just can't be doing that sort of thing.
;D
Gotcha, 10:38. Then you know I am snarksexual. ;)
Okay, I need to go have breakfast now, I am in dire need of fooooood.
I admire you tremendously, K. Anyone who will stand up for what they believe, especially in the face of the Gerard worship that runs rampant here, deserves respect.
10:37 it was pretty obvious.
Just thought some of the other anons need help with anger issues perhaps?
Gerard worship
Yes, they all bow at his feet here.
10:47
eats boogers
10:43
needs to take a bath
Yes, they all bow at his feet here.
Not all. But the ones who do make it difficult to express opposing views. They gang up and use words like 'faith' which makes it difficult to argue your points with them.
Kinda like when you're talking to one of those crazy Jesus freaks, you know?
awww 10:51 you are the perfect model of decorum and maturity!
10:52 now, I know you're mixing me up with someone else.
They gang up and use words like 'faith' which makes it difficult to argue your points with them.
What's with that, anyway? I don't understand what faith has to do with a rock band. Why in the world would anyone put their faith in a dude in a rock band?
10:53 the original comment was made sarcastically as well
10:53 the original comment was made sarcastically as well
Whatever. You still can't deny that there is an element here that worships Gerard.
Thanks for that. It bums me out that I feel that way. But, me, well I guess I save faith for things that are tangible; which maybe kinda negates the idea of faith, but then, maybe not? The idea confuses me.
One other thing I wanted to clear up to a nice anon from last night / this morning. To the one who kindly wished me luck with Beautiful Boy, thank you. But, just to make it clear, that's not really a realistic prospect. He's really just a friend, a training brother, one that I like to look at while we're sparring or doing a drill or whatever. We've trained together for a long time and we're just KF friends; I rarely see him outside of the academy (although I will tomorrow. ;D )
But, there is no luck involved and really not even a wish. Just my unrealistic, impractical gaze. ;)
Which, by the way, is fine for me, because I wouldn't want to get involved anyway.
But again, thank you!
time for me to get going, and let the anons continue their discussions.
kapunua, i'm usually very ready for autumn, so i'm counting the days once midsummer is past. i like the dark half of the year. ;)
found this on my flist this morning:
"A man flattened by an opponent can get up again. A man flattened by conformity stays down for good". ~ Thomas J. Watson, Jr.
i will always be true to myself, even when i don't know who that is, and especially when those around me think i'm an idiot. i'd rather be a foolish me than a serious you, and believe in magic and the moon and walk under the stars singing songs than think beauty and love and hope are ridiculous and a waste of time.
not speaking to anyone in particular, of course, just thoughts raised by the quote.
must go!
mayo, have a good day, yes? sing some songs, whistle in public, talk to an inanimate object. make the people around you raise their eyebrows. that's always fun. *grin*
bye now!
♥
10:56
Because brothers and sisters they have seen the light!
Because they will not let go of the man they thought he was, and still think he is. Hallelujah!
It's funny; I like the dark half, too.
I like all the seasons, I guess. I guess I just like everything. ^_^
*dashes back in*
oops! almost forgot to put out the candles on my gerard shrine.
safety first, donchaknow.
lol
*waves, leaves*
Trust me anon, I won't be kissing Gerard's ass anytime soon ^_^
TOUJOURS!
Hallelujah!
Ahhh, now Leonard Cohen. There is an artist I admire greatly. His music, his prose, his poetry; uh huh!
Look at me, Leonard. Look at me one last time. ^_^
11:10, she was being sarcastic, remember.
what, 11:10? i gotta gooooo...
Are u getting off the puter?
yes, i should have been done 15 minutes ago.
did you want something?
????
Nope!
lol, well thanks then. :)
bye all!
see you tonight!
unless i'm all ~ecto~
then i'll see you...
*heh*
*waves, really, really leaves*
A weird thing happened to me this morning.
I woke straight up at somewhere between 4 and 5 AM and thought, "OMG, ECLIPSE!"
It was this morning! And we were supposed to have an eclipse party. :)
In my eyes,
indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
in the sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat,
summer stench
'Neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Won't you come
Stuttering,
cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone for honest men and sometimes
far too long for snakes
In my shoes,
a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send Hell away no one
sings like you anymore
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Won't you come
Hang my head,
drown my fear
Till you all just disappear
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Won't you come
^_^
you said 'won't you come'
Hehee, I did, didn't I?
Actually Chris Cornell said it, but hey.
Kapunua
If you're still about I left you a note on LJ
i'm going thru my inbox today (finally), i had 2000+ emails i didn’t delete or file or do whatever to them. Some dating back as far as 2006, why? laziness? i think i had the full intension to write back, thank for a forward, keep that reply handy, i don’t know, but i have purged myself of over 1000 and i am spent.
today is an important day in my life. it is an anniversary of sorts. i made a life change on this day 5 yrs ago and now looking back, i have had a back slide. again, why? laziness? i don’t know but if i don’t pull it together 5 yrs from now my health will not be the same.
i put his here because, well i don’t know. it's a safe spot to spill the beans. a safe spot to let it out.
though i don’t often post and i sometimes don’t read all the comments, it is a great place to relax. thank you all for making it this way.
Pull it together anon. You can do it. (yep cheerleader mode from me)
Good luck and have a great day!
Well, Happy Anniversary to you, Anonymous!
I wish I could remember the date I made mine, but I can't. It just kind of happened. :)
You know, we all fall short sometimes. We all fail and we're nowhere near perfect, you know? You can get back on track. Good luck to you.
Have you ever read "Eat this, Not that" on yahoo. I am trying to get my mind around my food choices and this sight has some interesting information. Here is one thing i thought others might smile at.
Eat This:
Dark Chocolate
The cocoa in chocolate contains stimulants that increase your body's sensitivity. Chocolate also contains phenylethylamine, a chemical that can give you a slight natural high. And Italian researchers found that women who often eat chocolate have a higher sex drive than those who don't. Make sure your chocolate has at least 60 percent cacao.
Not That!
The Third Glass of Wine
The alcohol in wine affects your prefrontal cortex, which can decrease inhibition and up your sexual appetite. But only for the first glass or two. Beyond that, the toxic affects of alcohol in your system take over and are as likely to make you sleepy as they are to make you sexy. The more pouring, the more snoring.
ps thanks for the support... i guess i need it :-)
I know.
Oooohhhh zing!
I know.
I know too!
We know too.
*Urmfff*
I know!!!
MOO!
1:23
is pretending to be Gerard Way
Even I know.
2:50 you'd have to be pretty dumb to believe that was gerard. I would hope gerard's spelling would be a damn sight better than that!
I know, right.
I know..and whatnot
You know it's true! You know it's true!
We know
I know the truth.
Hell, even I believe it.
You can't handle the truth!
I know, you know, he knows, we alllll knooooooow!
I don't know* who the rest of you guys are but I was joining in the fun. ;D
*I KNOW!
The important thing is, do you know that we ALL know
I know!
The truth, the truth! There is no truth!* These men, they make it up as they go along!
*NOT REALLY LOL!
I know too!
Oh and, before anyone gets freaked out, I don't really know. No secrets, no knowing. I just thought it was funny and added some characters.
Do I know you?
Scully,
is a fart sniffer
You want to know me.
No, no, no! There will be no knowing!
It's elementary, that's how I know.
what the f do you all know?!?! O_o
1 2 buckle my shoe
3 4 shut the door
5 6 pick up sticks
7 8 lay them straight
9 10 do it again
I know.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Pat it and roll it and mark it with "B"
And put it in the oven for Baby and me.
And in case you missed it...
"Bent on a fifth"
I originally thought that little part was about bending a note on the fifth fret, but that's where my mind takes me. >.<
It's an awful habit, and one I really need to break.
What do we know? Do I know?
Is anyone up for a game of 'In my panties'?
I suppose that would depend on who's playing, anon. If you've got Ewan McGregor or someone there, then let's! ;D
lol
it's not that kind of game!!
you type the name of song and put 'in my panties' at the end
e.g. smells like teen spirit in my panties
im not okay in my panties!
Oh, like the In My Pants game we used to play.
Uh huh!
Supermassive Black Hole in my panties, yeah.
i predict a riot in my panties
I wish Ewan McGregor was here =(
"Supermassive Black Hole in my panties"
I dont think anyone's gonna beat that, lol!
Teenagers in my panties.
Smother Me in your panties.
oh oh that should be MY panties! Bollocks.
'Hit me with your rhythm sticks' in my pants.
In the deserts of Sudan
And the gardens of Japan
From Milan to Yucatan
Every woman, every man
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Je t'adore, ich liebe dich,
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me slowly, hit me quick.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
In the wilds of Borneo
And the vineyards of Bordeaux
Eskimo, Arapaho
Move their body to and fro.
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
Das ist gut! C'est fantastique!
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
It's nice to be a lunatic.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
In the dock of Tiger Bay
On the road to Mandalay
From Bombay to Santa Fe
Over hills and far away
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Hit me! Hit me!
C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht?
Hit me! hit me! hit me!
Hit me with your rhythm stick.
Two fat persons, click, click, click.
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! Ow!
Hit me!
Hit me!
Hit me! hit me!
Hit me
Hit me! Hit me! Hit me
Just because I love it so.
That is full of so much win, Fim.
I'm unable to think of a good one.
slash, look at this link.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6
idHmoe5EM
I told you that it was real. I hope you like it hahahahaha
blogger = ass! No time to re text that fucker on this phone. Just to say hi mayo (friday again!) hi SS! And hi family. We travel back from holiday tomorrow so i'll be back in touch again soon! Love to you all!
hi fasc, Glad you are having a great time, glad to see you back blue soon.
Take care on your journey.
xx
Winter is here again oh lord,
Haven’t been home in a year or more
I hope she holds on a little longer
Sent a letter on a long summer day
Made of silver, not of clay
I’ve been runnin’ down this dusty road
Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’
I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow
Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’
I’ve been trying to make it home
Got to make it before too long
I can’t take this very much longer
I’m stranded in the sleet and rain
Don’t think I’m ever gonna make it home again
The mornin’ sun is risin’
It’s kissing the day
Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’
I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow
Wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’
Hey, FASC!
Sorry Blogger ate your comment! Safe travels to you, Mr. Bloke, and the family!
I know.
LynZ says the dumbest shit. in the new Metal Hammer Mag, she said that she "landed on a kid in a wheelchair" while stage diving. who would admit to doing that? it's so embarrassing and shameful.
Working hard to get my fill,
everybody wants a thrill
Payin' anything to roll the dice,
just one more time
Some will win, some will lose
Some were born to sing the blues
Oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on
Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Home is were the heart is
It says, "Home is where your heart is,"
But what a shame,
'Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same.
:)
Mayo,
What gives?
Hi BlogBelieve!
What's up?
♫But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same♫
aw, mustard, you beat me :)
But, you have music notes, so therefore, you win. :)
Hey, Sdock! Hey, Everyone!
What's new in the land o' blog?
Anonymous said...
LynZ says the dumbest shit. in the new Metal Hammer Mag, she said that she "landed on a kid in a wheelchair" while stage diving. who would admit to doing that? it's so embarrassing and shameful.
Word.
I guess Lynz's point thought process was like, "well, he's already in a wheelchair, I can't do much more damage, how lucky is that? I win!"
Okay, so I realized something today. Wanna know what it was? Working for the public is so goddamn entertaining! Seriously, I get to sit there and take in all the colors of the universe. And trust me, oh, it's colorful. Gotta love people. You just gotta.
Or have a really good spot to hide the bodies after you kill them.
My mind is such a strange place today. It's all weird rhythms, word connections, minor epiphanies, and brief, stirring images.
WTF.
I guess I slept funny last night.
Share, Jules. Share the epiphanies with the epiphaniless.
i got it LynZ will stage dive and land on the kids and make them wheelchair bound, and Gerard will visit them through the Make a Wish Foundation.
but you added the whole line with quotes, you know what? we both win :)
Gerard would still be proud of LynZ regardless.
Bwuahaha.
Anon, it's like one of those conversations that end up like, "No, you win." "NO, you win more." "No, no. You win." ;)
YAY US!
Hey, Jules!
I had a dream last night and it was MCR related. They were doing a concert and stuff and Smoke and I got way down in the front. Pretty cool, right? Yeah, I know. So during the show, the crowd starts filing out of the building and I'm like WTF? And Gerard is like we have something special planned outside. And I'm puzzled. Outside? But when we come back, I will lose my spot and he's sorta like no you won't because this is the big finale shit. And why he is sitting there telling me this, I have no idea. So everyone gets outside and for some reason Smoke and I are with MCR up on this concrete thing way up high in the air and alls of a sudden, MCR starts acting like ol skool NKOTB and doing a dance routine. Pretty snazzy, right? Except no, it really wasn't but the crowd was eating it all up with a spoon. Well, I point out to one of the guys and I'm thinking it was Mikey that this shit doesn't look safe at all...and from then on Mikey decides he is not going to do the dance with them anymore. And the show is over and I wake up.
Weird.
I lay awake in my bed most of the night, jumped up on caffeine, totally ODing on it, feeling like a panic attack without any panic at all, but just tons of ideas, images, few words but not really dreams.
I had this brilliant idea of doing a huge, massive photo session with everyone from Kung Fu and then giving all the pictures to the students and to Sifu, a great big martial arts portfolio. It seemed brilliant at the time, frivolous today but I still want to do it.
I randomly want to have a son and name it Fox.
My friend dropped off all her birds today and we talked about me going back to school to be a teacher and she said, "Definitely do it, but realize that a lot of schools don't want to hire someone who's out of their twenties."
She looked at my manuscript and said, "Why is this still on your couch?"
I took pictures of her birds. I read a story. I took the dogs out.
Not many really coherent thoughts. I should be thinking about all the stuff I need to do tomorrow! Get directions, give directions, figure out if I'm going with anyone or alone, who, where, what!
Just before I accidentally opened a can of kidney beans instead of string beans because the word on the label said "beans" and I didn't bother looking at the picture. It took me actually pouring them out to realize it was the wrong can and then I started thinking about pumpkins.
I planted pumpkin seeds a few weeks ago and already there are lots of plants, really tall but I know there probably won't be any pumpkins this year.
An image came into my head, planting int he spring and harvesting in the fall; if you don't plant in the spring you don't get to harvest in the fall, do you?
It made me picture myself going back to school and then looking for a job. I didn't exactly plant in the spring.
I still want to take those damn pictures!
I wonder what it all means.
WAHAHAHA!
MCR in acid-washed jeans and high-top sneakers.
I'd pay. I'd pay!
Mikey for the win.
Hi everyone!
LynZ could be in the Special Olympics with her diving abilities.
I said:
I had this brilliant idea of doing a huge, massive photo session with everyone from Kung Fu and then giving all the pictures to the students and to Sifu, a great big martial arts portfolio. It seemed brilliant at the time, frivolous today but I still want to do it.
But really it was an excuse to lock swords with Beautiful Boy and have it in print.
Jules,
You made me tired. O_o
Jules,
Jeezhus Christ! That is just like my head. I swear I wish I could remember everything that runs through my mind on a minute by minute basis.
I would love to take one whole hour and write it all down but I am pretty sure that I would become distracted by something else.
Solly, your dream sounds pretty symbolic of MCR changing, different audience, different marketing, although it's not really Mikey I'd imagine walking away.
Princess, I made myself tired. :)
Solly, that's actually a really good excersize, I had to do it for a creative writing class. You just sit and write for an hour. It doesn't matter what you write, you just don't allow yourself to stop.
It's when you get distracted that things you didn't know where there come out.
Jules,
I know, it kinda does. It was a really strange dream. Something was way off with them and I don't just mean with their dancing abilities.
Something was way off with them and I don't just mean with their dancing abilities.
I'd love to hear that line in a movie trailer or something.
Mayo,
Jawbreakers or Gummi's?
What's your pick?
Bwah, for real, Jules!
I gotta go feed the doggies. I'll be back in a bit.
Gummies for sure.
Ever seen the movie Jawbreaker?
Ummm, yeah. I don't want to choke to death.
Plus, I liked trying to bite their little arms and legs off first.
I'm cooking the dinner and the phone rings. It is....
I don't pick it up. Eff the phone!
Well I've heard there was a secret chord
David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya ?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well your fatih was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Oh baby I have been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You know I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well maybe there is a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry you that hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelu
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
This anthrax scientist who committed suicide is on my mind as something that sounds like it is out of a movie or a video game. Things like this really happen. What else went on that we don't know about?
Anon, that is one of my alltime favorite songs, but only by Leonard Cohen. That's the version you just posted, Cohen's one. He wrote it.
There's a tradition in covering that song. ANyone who covers it or remakes it has to take out a verse and add their own.
Weird, huh?
My bad, I just re-read it. That's not the Leonard Cohen version.
Cohen's version has this stanza which is my favorite:
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
And this one:
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
IS
where the heart is
That song is one of the few songs that has ever moved me to tears just because of the song it is, excluding all situations.
Everyone should buy Leonard Cohen's books and albums.
A few years ago he found out that his manager had embezzled millions of dollars from him, all of which was completely gone, and Leonard Cohen declared bankruptcy.
But, that's not why you should buy his albums and his books. You should buy them because they are brilliant.
anthrax scientist? suicide? huh?
Hallelujah?
Anthrax scientist, suicide.
thanks!!
A woman watches her body uneasily, as though it were an unreliable ally in the battle for love.
A Bunch Of Lonesome Heroes
A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome heroes
were smoking out along the open road;
the night was very dark and thick between them,
each man beneath his ordinary load.
"I'd like to tell my story,"
said one of them so young and bold,
"I'd like to tell my story,
before I turn into gold."
But no one really could hear him,
the night so dark and thick and green;
well I guess that these heroes must always live there
where you and I have only been.
Put out your cigarette, my love,
you've been alone too long;
and some of us are very hungry now
to hear what it is you've done that was so wrong.
I sing this for the crickets,
I sing this for the army,
I sing this for your children
and for all who do not need me.
"I'd like to tell my story,"
said one of them so bold,
"Oh yes, I'd like to tell my story
'cause you know I feel I'm turning into gold."
Now the flames they followed joan of arc
As she came riding through the dark;
No moon to keep her armor bright,
No man to get her through this very smoky night.
She said, I'm tired of the war,
I want the kind of work I had before,
A wedding dress or something white
To wear upon my swollen appetite.
Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way,
You know I've watched you riding every day
And something in me yearns to win
Such a cold and lonesome heroine.
And who are you? she sternly spoke
To the one beneath the smoke.
Why, I'm fire, he replied,
And I love your solitude,
I love your pride.
Then fire, make your body cold,
I'm going to give you mine to hold,
Saying this she climbed inside
To be his one, to be his only bride.
And deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And high above the wedding guests
He hung the ashes of her wedding dress.
It was deep into his fiery heart
He took the dust of joan of arc,
And then she clearly understood
If he was fire, oh then she must be wood.
I saw her wince, I saw her cry,
I saw the glory in her eye.
Myself I long for love and light,
But must it come so cruel, and oh so bright?
Do not fix your burning eyes on me when you speak about love.... If ambition and the hunger for applause have driven you to speak about love you should learn how to do it without disgracing yourself or the material.
What is the expression which the age demands? The age demands no expression whatever. We have seen photographs of bereaved Asian mothers. We are not interested in the agony of your fumbled organs. There is nothing you can show on your face that can match the horror of this time. Do not even try. You will only hold yourself up to the scorn of those who have felt things deeply. We have seen newsreels of humans in the extremities of pain and dislocation. Everyone knows you are eating well and are even being paid to stand up there. You are playing to people who have experienced a catastrophe. This should make you very quiet. Speak the words, convey the data, step aside. Everyone knows you are in pain.
3609 at 6:39 man. WTF.
Step aside and they will know what you know because you know it already. You have nothing to teach them. You are not more beautiful than they are. You are not wiser. Do not shout at them.
Do not pretend that you are a beloved singer with a vast loyal audience which has followed the ups and downs of your life to this very moment. The bombs, flame-throwers, and all the shit have destroyed more than just the trees and villages. They have also destroyed the stage. Did you think that your profession would escape the general destruction? There is no more stage. There are no more footlights. You are among the people. Then be modest.
3614 at 6:42.
Hoooo boy.
Later!
im your man
The 'home is where the heart is' link gave my computer a virus.
DO NOT PRESS IT.
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