There was never more time
than when I was 23,
bold, brash and free.
I called out to any, to all…
you will never make me fall
as I pushed back
up from the pavement.
It is faster now, time.
Being no longer 23,
with a near carbon-copy me
I chase after and hold
for a moment, to keep
her from falling.
She will, I know.
Just as she tumbles head over heels in the grass, a summersault.
She will tumble a life.
Over and over, the days
I can salve and bandage her knee,
treat the sting of a bee,
turn her ear to my voice
singing on or off key.
She will stop crying,
only momentarily
before she will be
pushing off of 23.
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No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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«Oldest ‹Older 4001 – 4200 of 5001 Newer› Newest»Well anon, I'm not sure I know who exactly you're referring to.
Wendy thinks she's a "star"
She does? How does she think she's a star? When did she ever claim to shine more brightly than anyone else?
Are you that jealous of her? Why? Of the shows she attends or of her willingness to share her life with others?
What is it about Wendy that gets under your skin?
I'm talking about the anons who continually come to this blog and insult your fellow blog mates, Welshie. Why do you think they do it? Surely you've noticed.
They do it because they got their hate on. They've had their hate on years. No real reason other than haters gonna hate.
That makes sense. ;p
It doesn't need to make sense with them and their kind. Once a name is on the list it can never be erased. It doesn't even matter if the name deserves to be there or not. There is no jury of peers. There is no redemption. There is no salvation. Just fire and brimstone and the eternal smell of piss and sulphur.
It must really suck to be a friend or relative of a troll IRL. ^_~
Yeah and they eat little goats too! >.<
'scuse my absence anon. My colleague was handing out chocolate bars see. Chocolate always takes priority:)
Tell you the truth I've given up trying to understand this blog. It drives me bloody daft some days. They hate you, you hate them. The two sides are never going to see eye to eye. I don't know what can be done to change things. Bloody shame innit?
Look at all the videos Wendy has of herself on youtube. Trying to make herself seem like some video star. Claiming to be an actress and a singer and getting friends to rec her. That attention ho. She even got a couple of those soft corn movies she costarred in when she was underage in LA up in her youtube. ;) :) :))
What two sides, Welshie? It seems pretty one sided to me now. Elena was insulted for weeks because of her fanfics. It's Wendy's turn to be insulted again now. If MJ or Mya came back they would be the next ones. Them or Lewis or the OPS.
Wendy, stop. It's obvious you're trolling yourself and then whiteknighting yourself. You're completely transparent and it's frankly embarrassing.
Wendy, the OPs, Mya and everyone else here have never insulted anyone, ever. Never insinuated themselves into anyone's lives. Never called disgusting names or made outright threats to "Come and get" someone and "kick their ass" or anything like that. It is completely one-sided.
1:24, you seem to forget that OPJ was LITERALLY hacked by a certain person here. THis certain, shall we say, blogger, actually hacked into Blogger to make it look like OPJ had said something, had made a post... when she hadn't.
One word for all of you, PROFIE.
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I've been here from the beginning and sadly witnessed the blog dividing into two sides. Things went on a downward spiral from there on. Huge amounts of shit has been thrown from both sides. Some days this blog resembles a gigantic cauldron of poo! Now who the hell is stirring the pot is anybody's guess. To me an anon is simply that, anonymous. I try not to put a face or name to them. See, I have no idea who I'm talking to right now. Are you friend or foe anon?
I hope you're not that cheeky bugger from yesterday who wanted me to write in English or French or whateva!
Profie that was the bestest evva. The only thing better than that was the corrected scan that went around. lulz
Or maybe the shit that went down on the porch was the best. When they tried to blame that on the wrong person and MJ came out and said that it was her and not the one who was being blamed. MJ suddenly became the biggest piece on earth for coming forward. Classic blog moment.
I don't think MJ ever received 1 apology for the names she was called after that. Nor did the falsely accused.
Tsk tsk tsk.
PROFIE
cracks me up everytime i think about it! rofl
Oh, and Entropy and Carrie's big reveal about members of the AIM gang. That was another classic blog moment. The reveal about where the profie email originated and the scrambling afterwards. Fuckin hilarious. Whatever happened to Entropy?
I always liked Entropy. She was the real deal.
So was Kass whatshername , sweet little CTV and Pixie.
Who remembers when Kass posted those XXX rated dildos in action photos? Those damn dildos had to made from horse models.
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PROFIE was great but how did Fimble do the hacking, she was never the brightest. SHe must have got someone to help her. I never figured it out.
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What else? There are so many great and hilarious blog moments.
The arrival and naming of Dickweed is another one that comes to mind. He just ran with that name. Nothing but respect for Dickweed.
The Mayo gothic by Elena and TJ. I would still like to know how that one ends. What happened to Bikey and Redrum?
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A trained monkey can fake an email. Too bad the trained monkey wasn't trained to use spell check.
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Wasn't sunshiney also misspelled in the original scan posted? That word too was magically autocorrected in future links.
Mayo will certainly have some very entertaining stories to tell his grandchildren thanks to this blog. So will SS and the rest of us who can still see the humor of it all.
We'll also have some very sweet, touching stories to pass along to future generations. Some pearls of wisdom and some hard shells.
*sighs contently*
*nods*
:)
Look at Welshie breaking out that bold code and using it so accurately her first time.
Amazing what the right questions and some motivation can do. ^_~
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Yes, people can talk for years about how other people from a ZOMG BLOG(!!!) were "mean to me" and how they ZOMG "faked emails" and got people's ip addresses and called them "cunts" and got them fired. They can talk about how they gave out people's real names and where they worked because they were ATTENTION WHORES who deserved whatever they got.
They can talk about how they lost whatever shred of dignity and humanity they might have ever had just to gain attention on some mystery person's BLOG...
And their children and grandchildren will shake their heads and wonder why Grandma hasn't been committed yet.
That's right Welshie, it takes two to tango. Always has.
"That's right Welshie, it takes two to tango. Always has."
Actually it doesn't, and cliches are meaningless. If a man was beating a woman, would you say "it takes two to tango"?
I agree that things were SAID on both sides here. But the things that were DONE, were done by one group of people, to one person... because they didn't like her. Yep, she could be a harsh bitch with her words. WORDS. But they attacked her family, wished death on them, made fun of her deceased dog, deceased grandmother, and picked on her even after her father passed away. They got into this one person's life, stalked her, posted her real name and Ip address, wrote emails to get her fired. And not only her. They accused another of hacking (still don't buy that) and posted the real fist and last names of two others. One of whom had a child. They posted where her sister worked. The town they lived in.
I don't think in this case it took two to tango at all.
6:04 some people just naturally have that coming to them. I support all of those actions.
6:04 my comment did not relate to a criminal act such as a beating. You admitted yourself that things were said by both sides. That's how it started, and exacerbated by intolerance by both sides. That's how I see it. 6:09 no one deserves those actions. Imagine if you were in that position?
I would never be in the position because I'm not a skanky bitch who can't keep her fucking opinions to herself.
I was not in any way involved in the aftermath of the post made by OPJ calling people here "hypocrites", etc., because I was never a "blue". But I have been coming here a long time, and I saw the original post, probably moments after it was posted. It looked legit to me. Can somebody explain to me how exactly it went down that someone hacked OPJ's account to post the comment, then deleted it? I was never clear on that at all.
What's wrong with having an opinion?
Actually 3:08 I've known how to do the bold thing for a long, long time it's just that I've never had anything of importance to hightlight before! hahaha. I've always felt that my voice here is of little or no importance. I'm not looking for sympathy by saying that, just stating a fact. As far as this blog's concerned, I am nowt. I'm ok with that, that's just the way I like it:)
I would never be in the position because I'm not a skanky bitch who can't keep her fucking opinions to herself.
Skanky bitch? You mean Wendy?
ORANGE LITTLE BEES.
It's never been sure HOW Fimble Star did it. She probably had help. But what went down was that that post "magically" appeared, appearing to be signed in OPJ. A few minutes later it was gone.
STRANGELY enough, on "the porch" Fimble Star, Sdock, and the Purple Unicorn (who let it be said, tried to mess with SS a few times and SS hated him/her) were playing a word "game". Fimble Star and Sdock came up with the words "ORANGE LITTLE BEES" exactly when the faked post of OPJ came up.
Now look to the left of everyone who is signed in. What do you see? That's right. An ORANGE LITTLE B.
They basically outed themselves that they had found a way to fake the "orange B" next to the signed in name, hence making it LOOK like OPJ had made a comment about everyone here. And then quickly deleted it, probably so that they wouldn't get caught.
Then Fimble Star tried to claim that she got the notification in email of the post (you can sign up for email notes when comments happen but think about it, there are THOUSANDS of comments, do you really think anyone actually does that?) and as "proof" she posted the faked email. Except she mis-spelled PROFILE so it was obvious she had faked the email along with the "Orange little B".
And then the comment was reposted after that.... anonymously.
OMG
Fimble Star and Sdock came up with the words "ORANGE LITTLE BEES" exactly when the faked post of OPJ came up.
Are you for real? Seriously, did you have to have a Super Secret Decoder Ring or something to decipher this? I'm sorry, but you kind of fail at conspiracy theories. :/
Nite Mayo
like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven as make the angels weep.
"some say they've been left out i wonder why they still hang around..."
The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.
When a man points a finger at someone else, he should remember that four of his fingers are pointing at himself.
Louis Nizer
Every true man's apparel fits your thief: if it be
too little for your thief, your true man thinks it
big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your
thief thinks it little enough: so every true man's
apparel fits your thief.
i wonder where these sure things could be then i realized that somehow i found them in me
we're gonna play no matter what they say.
i'll be waiting there to f#ck like crazy
i hope your ready to go all day long
i hope your ready girl to scream and moan
like
o ley o ley oh hoooo
wanna hear you echo (echo), echo (echo)
o ley o ley oh hoooo
wanna hear you echo (echo), echo (echo)
the way you riding it i can tell you like my surprise (sex in the evening, sex all night)
now i'm working it up n down like a roller coaster ride (sex in the evening, sex all night)
i got your ass rolling back finger nails in your spine (sex in the evening, sex all night)
Mood music. ;)
O! it is excellent
To have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous
To use it like a giant.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad.
Is this her fault or mine?
The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?
"The superior man blames himself. The inferior man blames others."
Goodbye Amy Pond - Karen Gillan to leave Dr Who
Mayo
You know I realized something earlier and it’s bothering me. I realized I’m searching for answerers to questions that don’t matter. Not in the grand scheme of things. Stepping back and taking a look at the big picture my silly little contribution to things is just that, silly. I try to give advice to others but maybe I shouldn’t. What do I know? I can’t figure out things for myself so why do I think I can figure out things for anyone else? You are a perfect example. I read your words and try to make sense of them. Why? Like something I say is really gonna help you? I’ve been here since the beginning. Not that I said anything at first. Oh no, I just read along and kept quiet. Typical behavior for me. Actually the fact that I ever got the guts to post a comment was so out of character for me. I try to be what I am not. Tonight it just seems like so much wasted energy. I just need to accept the fact that I will never be anymore than I am right now. I just wish I could like what I am, who I am. It’s all I’ll ever be and nothing will ever change that.
Night Mayo
Wendy bitched as Kap
Wendy bitched at fimble
Wendy bitched at Sdock
Give it a rest.
People that have moved on, well they have moved on. They don't come here any more but you still bring them into it. Why don't you get something new to pull apart.
Have a nice day --- Feed a stray
3:13. Elena? Welshie?
Using someone else's signature? Plagiarism isn't nice 3:29. Nor is pretending to be someone you aren't. It never works. You should just work on being the best you that you can be. :)
The problem is that I think this might be the best you can be. What you have done here on this blog. What you continue to do. Lies and manipulation. Bullying. No respect for differing opinions or beliefs.
I don't like to give up on anyone so I believe there still is time for you to change. If only you would let all the negative emotions go. Let go of your hatred. The only person it will destroy is you.
ƪ(ˆ◡ˆ)ʃ
STRONGER stand a little taller
What doesn't kill you makes a fighter :)
This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there's Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE (x2)
I see your smashing pumpkins and raise you a Kelly Clarkson and a Jerry Lee Lewis.
Goodness gracious Great Balls of fire.
Well here we are again,
It’s always such a pleasure,
Remember when you tried to kill me twice?
Oh, how we laughed and laughed,
Except I wasn’t laughing,
Under the circumstances I’ve been shockingly nice.
You want your freedom take it,
That’s what I’m counting on,
I used to want you dead but,
Now I only want you gone.
She was a lot like you,
(Maybe not quite as heavy),
Now little Caroline is in here too.
One day they woke me up,
So I could live forever,
It’s such a shame the same will never happen to you.
You’ve got your short, sad life left,
That’s what I’m counting on,
I’ll let you get right to it,
Now I only want you gone.
Goodbye, my only friend,
Oh, did you think I meant you?
That would be funny if it weren’t so sad,
Well you have been replaced,
I don’t need anyone now,
When I delete you maybe I’ll stop feeling so bad.
Go make some new disaster,
That’s what I’m counting on,
You’re someone else’s problem,
Now I only want you gone,
Now I only want you gone,
Now I only want you gone.
Stay alive, 12:50. Stay Alive!
If you Die in the game, you die for real.
The legend of Elizabeth Bathory has always fascinated me. Without her there would have been no Count Dracula. No Nosferatu and other symphonies of horror.
The world of horror owes a great debt to the legend of the Countess. True or not.
lemons
The Countess made more than lemonade. She made her own special bath brew, beauty cream and red wine. According to legend.
Beauty. Loyalist. Warrior. Inspiration. Wife. Mother. Harlot? Beast?
The truth of the legend is in hearing. :)
Hear, see, taste, smell and touch from an open
heart and you'll never be lead astray. That 6th sense every human being is born with won't let you. You either nourish it with the help of those who raise you or you ignore it, let it go and become selfish and self centered.
That is the 6th sense. Feeling.
Anyone who doesn't understand that, I can't explain it to you. Worse than that, I fear your 6th sense may have been lost. Perhaps too many excuses were made for you. Perhaps you were never made to take responsibility for your own actions or face your own faults. Perhaps you were only made and encouraged to see the Joan of Arc in yourself and never made to see the blood thirsty Countess. In you and your actions.
The Saint and Sinner. The martyr and evil countess. The angel and the demon are in all of us. Every single one.
☝ Amen.
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Since You've Been Gone! Who can name the person that Kelly Clarkson song is about? I know I'm not the only one who knows the answer to that question.
Initials will do. No actual names need to be mentioned. ;) Damn. That girl deserves happiness and I hope she finds it soon. Her perfect happiness. Whatever that may be.
It's a G and it's not a Gerard. More like a Tony the Tiger Grrr. ;)
And, Damn, That girl can rock it. True, natural born Texas talent.
Ponies!!!
Connect the
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Anyone? ;p
Figures it would be a pony who could connect the dots! Those ponies fuckin rule.
We were never meant for do or die
Already Gone :)
our relationship made me believe in love again
Kelly Clarkson
Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our fists held high
It never would've worked out right
We were never meant for do or die
I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hold you
Now I can't stop
I want you to know that it doesn't matter where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone
Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another that doesn't always make you want to cry
Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive
You know that I love you so I love you enough to let you go
That song and that Texas gal can make be bawl like a baby.
Hi kat
Who the fuck is Kat?
Ohhhhh, do you mean GV Kat? Katherine Indo whatevva? Was she Already Gone too? Lol
That wasn't her. I'm just someone who likes Kelly Clarkson and appreciates her talent.
Didn't mean to step on KI's/Already Gone's/ GV's/Sparkle Wrath's toes. Pretty & sparkly as they may be.
Some of you people really need to think outside the blog. That was always one of the problems here. Not being able to break through your own cardboard barriers and see outside the box.
some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall
One question. Did PPU know that GV was AG from the beginning?
That question is for either one of them. The unicorn or Katherine. Whichever has the balls or the horn to answer.
WE all fall down like toy soldiers 3:29. Some of us will fall harder than others. Much harder.
And some of US will rise much higher. ☝
Kat could be a reference to Gerard Way's former supposed girlfriend. But why she would show up here is beyond me.
3:36,
The only Kat that would be referenced here would be KI. Like you, I see no reason why Gerard Way's Kat would be mentioned here. His Kat has nothing to do with this blog. Katherine I/Sparkle Wrath does.
The question remains. Was she also Already Gone and who thinks the posting of that song had anything to do with her? Because, it didn't. Nothing to do with her or any of her friends.
3:41, I don't think so either, but sone of the other posters sometimes get a thrill out of confusing everyone else. They'll bring up things that happened here in the first month if they think it will make people say "WHAAAA?!"
But I don't think it was that, either.
Lets try to connect more dots. We know who KI's friends were. We know she and PPU were very close friends. We know that she showed biased toward the porchies but was drawn to and intrigued by others like Wendy and Mya.
When KI asked for road advice it was Mya and Wendy who answered her. They were the ones who spoke up and offered mentoring advice.
If I remember correctly, and I believe I do, Mya's advice had to do with recovering musicians and how the road is in your blood and never really get over that.
Wendy's advice had to do with travel sized frebreeze and learning to deal with and know the difference between the false and true. False friends, false promises and false other things offered to you on a silver platter.
Good advice from both of them if you ask me. ;)
How do you know the difference between false and true?
It's that thin white line. Whether you're riding it, driving it, or snorting it. It makes no difference.
Shine your high beams on it. Try to pass it. Try to erase it with your bright lights. It makes no difference.
It won't led you back home. Not unless home is what is in your heart. Only you know what is in your heart. Be it the road or be it the anchor. Only you can lead yourself back home.
(Damn. Why aren't philosophers in style today? I would so be much richer than Gates and Zuckerberg. )
4:04,
Truth stays with you. Falsehood abandons you as soon as you can no longer serve its purpose or pay its rent.
Truth gives.
Falsehood takes.
That's how you know.
Truth asks.
Falsehood doesn't.
That's how you know.
Truth provides.
Falsehood says "why should I provide to you".
That's how you know. :)
What does it ask you?
Truth is giving and forgiving.
Falsehood is not.
Ultimately, that is how you know.
Because it wants to know, 4:12. Because truth cares and the true care about you. So, they ask.
Sometimes some of the harshest critics are actually the ones that are the most concerned for you.
4:12,
Truth of character is not in answers. Truth of character is in questions. Simple questions.
How are you? How was your day? What is your favorite song or color or poem or season?
I find more truth in those simple questions than I ever could in the most complex, scientific answers.
4:21,
If you think you are talking to Mayo or SS, you are not. Sorry.
I am not him/neither of them. Never have been although I have been mistaken for him many times.
I am me. With a name or with out a name. With an anonymous mask or without one.
I
AM
ME
.
:)
Sometimes, I really do think the only one recognizes me is Mayo and he gets to cheat.
No I don't think you are "Mayo". You are an anon, same as I am. I was also speaking philosophically.
Would he? Could he recognize me without that tracker?
He's had it since the beginning of the blog so I guess I'll never know. Too bad. I would have loved to know if he could see me. If he could see through my mask without cheating.
Does it matter?
Since U been gone I can breathe for the first time
Friends should be able to recognize friends. With or without masks. They should know you. So yes. It does matter. Friendship matters.
Just ask the ponies!
Friendship deployed ;)
Don't agree 6:27. That's fairytale stuff.
[about the masks]
She's fuckin hot! Kelly Clarkson getting edgy with Steel Panther.
She got eyes of the bluest skies and if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain
Steel Panther + Kelly Clarkson + Yellowcard FTW
Don't agree 6:27. That's fairytale stuff.
JANUARY 8, 2012 6:44 AM
Anonymous said...
[about the masks]
Mmm. No it isn't.
Put most women in a room, blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs. With 100 men and 1 other woman.
99.9 percent of the women will be able to pick out their lover and the one other woman with one kiss.
I know I could.
Ah yes it is. That has nothing to do with a blog that various people post anonymously. Mistaken identity is very common here, so only the blog owner would know with that tracker.
Haters Gonna Hate But Bronies Never Feel It
Is life and all communication based on a cartoon or comic strip for you 9:20?
Why don't you be a real friend and tell him who you are instead of the cryptic and guess who I am games. Aren't friends direct with each other?
Good morning!
Too right anon, but I've been busy wrangling crocs, not gators lol. None of them here except in wildlife parks!
Been travelling about rock climbing, exploring caves and bushwalks, wine tasting, visiting, getting into blogger on my phone is a pain so i didn't bother. At an internet kiosk so I thought I'd jump in and say"hi" while I check emails etc.
So "Hi!!"
Welshie, glad your sisters scan went ok, hope it all works out.
Catch you after we finish our wanderings :]
2:50
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Dashie! Watch out for the mean old <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRaDIGOX5d8&feature=related>pegasusususes</a>! They're making it snow like crazy.
Okie dokie.
Pinkie Pie
The snow is interfering with pony code. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! Mean old pegasusususes! They're hogging all the food too.
Oh wait.
Okie dokie.
Pinkie Pie
Don't worry Pinkie. You'll make everything ok.
I fucking hate those ponies. If I'm coming on to a guy, I don't use cartoon characters to do so. How is that erotic?
Somebody needs a pony ride. ;)
You think the ponies are coming on to a guy?
12:12 AM
Resistance is futile ;)
Lamas are cooler.
20 % cooler than llamas.
lamas
cute ponies
Lamas is cool! Ponies are still cooler. Even poor disabled exxlab ponies. O_o
"First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win."
"The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits."
Only in the eye of the beholder 4:31. I still say llamas rule.
Was there a contest 5:36? You can be the winner then.
*places trophy in hand*
“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”
*lifts trophy* ^_^
"An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last."
Winston, the crocodile already ate it's prey a long long time ago. You have always been the winner.
Ride the pony
yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
cause you make me feel ( like a pony)
so good (like a pony)
so good ( like a pony)
well i feel alright
Break it O_O
shake it Mony Mony
Up , down, turn around
come on Mony
gooooooooooooooooo
Tiiiiiiiiiiiiii
gersssssssssssssssssssss
Mayo
Hope the world is treating you okay. Hope that Mayo face is sporting a huge smile. Well most of the time anyway.
Take care
Elena
That sucked!
3:49/ Fellow Tigers fan(s): meet you at the Dungeon (unless you would prefer the Whiskey Blue at the W)?! We shall drown our sorrows in dragon's blood and witches brew!
;)
You win some (every game all season long), then you lose some (the BCS championship). Such is life! And, what better city to lose (or win or tie) in than the party capital of world, NOLA!!!! see you at sunrise (for the walk of NO SHAME). Heck, everyone will be wearing the same clothes... Perhaps in a different arrangement... That they were wearing at 6 pm last night!
Oh, I'm looking forward to seeing all the crimson and purple mosh ups!
Be safe, everyone!!!!!!
Hugs and love,
Namaste
6/Wendy on the run
;)
All I gotta say is
Harder, darker, faster. Stronger. Ride cowboy, ride! :)
Cold KFC mac & cheese is almost as good as Taco Bell or Lucky Dog buns and ketchup at this time of morning. ;)
Billy Idol ♥s ponies. So does Tommy James and Dave Mustang.
^_~
Mustang. Get it? ☝
Yez. I know you and you do. Maybe you too. ^__~
Dave Mustang
Dr. Whoof loves ponies too.
Kristy McNichol is a lesbian? No. Say it isn't so. That's about as shocking as Ellen, Sarah Gilbert, Adam Lambert, Neil Patrick Harris or George Michael coming out.
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