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Mon premier "post" en Français! Plein de faute Merci Word Merci Monde Je m’installe dans mon lit Je ferme mes yeux et je pense Mes pensé m’amen loin Mes pensé frôle la mort J’ouvre mes yeux Mes doigts grâce le clavier Le dur devient facile J’écris mes premiers mots « Votre cri est un murmure Le tonner caresse votre peau L'eau grimpe vos poumons La mort vous attend passionnément » Fini avec le travaille Je range mon ordinateur Je ferme mes yeux Je me noie dans ma tempête ------------------------------ Dog Fashion Disco - Acid Memoirs ------------------------------

I wrote this a looong time ago! There is a better version edited by Ian, but I cannot find it, so I guess ya'll are stuck with this one. One day, I will finish it. I swear! --- PIPPO Prologue One day, there was a hippo, and he was sad. Hippo wanted to eat a giraffe, but could not, because it was against the code of The Hippo. If he did, the Hippopotamus Brigade would arrest him, and he would be eaten by Roger the Lion. Roger the Lion wasn’t just any lion. Roger was more like a ferocious freak usually found in the deepest bowels of Hell were Satan himself will lock them up in the blackest room for no demon but him can stand the sight of them without blowing up chunks in there faces, through the little rectangular hole on the door that Johnny cut through because his cat was curious and managed to slip under the door, but could not get out because a witch put a curse that would make it fat when the clock stroke the hour of midnight because he ate a giraffe’s leg that was neatly sittin...

Blue turquoise setting on the finely lit sea Darkness and Desperation gone once more The illumine of hours past hold no comfort Fore greater light shines again Children play, Babies titter Adults function, Teenagers chitter Rumor mill goes round and round In the end, nothing is to be found Darkness Rang, Darkness warns Ocean Blue shouts its name Never ending chase of the Two The withering grin of one's own Verve, Mirth, Reckless Creatures of Ebony waken Blood, Flesh, Fear! chant they Darkness Welcomes his fruit Neglected comfort begged to be of service All huddled together for solace Stories in whispers, Slayings in roarings I am no place but in my mind ------------------------------ Strapping Young Lad - Relentless ------------------------------

I was looking at images on the web, and this image struck me. What are we in this world? Mere shadows of the shoes we walk in? Nothing? Are our footsteps all we leave behind in this world? Do the paths we walk mean anything to our descendants? Did the roads our ancestors took leave marks on our generation? I would love to have a positive answer to these questions. But in times like these, many times these question have a negative quonotation.

If you viewed someone's life through pictures, and you didn't know any better, you'd think peoples lives were always happy. If God existed, and he tried to talk to us about his plan, or why he does the things he does, we probably wouldn't understand it, like an ant not being able to understand why humanity does what they do. I saw an episode of "How I met your Mother". In it, they explain that girls in groups always seem hotter than when looked at individually. Today, I tried this out, and it was true. We should teach logic in school, it seems most people cannot grasp simple concepts. There is an odd beauty in something so foreign to ourselves Twice Death, Once Life Why are people so preoccupied with death, and when it comes, non are willing to accept it? I can't remember to forget you He had decided to live forever, or die in the attempt. -Josheph Heller -Why do you love me? -I don't know, my heart never gave me a choice. ---- -I wish i had a small bo...

--- There Was A Fork In The Road. To The Right Was The Path Most Traveled. To The The Left Was The Path Less Traveled. I Traveled Straight --- Explanation of my poem by Libby: You don't take the path most traveld becasue then your just following everyone else, you don't take the one least traveled because then your trying to be part of the minority you travel straight because you think outside the box and cut your own path for yourself not based on anyone else, you don't let forks in the road get in the way of your goal/destination. Also, as my friend Xénya says, "And I Fuck You, Robert Frost!"

I am writing this while surfing youtube, so it's not gonna be very deep. I was in a fast food joint ordering a kebab, trying to decide what I wanted. Part of me wanted a kebab, the other part wanted a good old fashioned greasy burger. After having made my choice, I had to decided what drink I wanted. Should I get a coke? Orangia? A little voice in the back of my mind wanted to try something different, but it was quickly quelled. As I am sitting down waiting for my friends to order, I get to thinking about multiple personality disorder. I then ask myself if I'm crazy (as I so often do.) My next thoughts are that it would be very hilarious if one person had different personalities, but had the same personality, except for a few differences, like one is named Joe and the other Bob. Except for this, they would be exactly the same. Maybe I will give them a few more differences to distinguish them, for example one likes M&M's, while the other likes Kit Kats, and that they fig...

Hey ya'll Fuck updates, no one reads this, so for all you care, I'm on Mars eating Milkyways. I was dreaming one night, and thought of a story. This story would be from the perspective of a "twitter" type deal, where a young boy/girl continually updates their Twitter from their mobile phone, every 10 min or so. I dunno if it should be a tale of sadness or adventure. Also write a murder scene/kidnapping story, where the story unfolds in a persons inbox on his cell phone, but I don't know if it would have much depth to it, as text messages are usually not very descriptive. I'll try it. I defiantly want the setting to be in a school though, high school or college. I want the story to be in a 24 hour time period. I dunno if it will be very interesting, but i will try. Again, I think this will be hard to make to my liking, because I will not be able to go in depth much, but I repeat myself. Also I want to by a small booklet I can keep on me at all times, to write ...

I sing you a tune To hug the moon To drink in bars To kiss the stars To engulf the dark To leave my mark To stare at night To hold you tight

Feeling like a hollow shell One man around to fill her up Not jovial in his actions Unlocking minds and breaking in The effect is worse than the feat Sanity destroys itself The world is a rolling die Morals expire up in smoke The sun shines its shadows Life passes on without her Many moons revolve around them Content life is born A devilish look in its eyes A constant reminder Of the man who made her whole Warm life drips from her hands No one understands her Nations emit in her facade Put away inside confinement Death wins his childish games Two of a pair Below six foot Regret, remorse, repent Cheerless short existence Some things are forever

Creaking swings and broken slides Old memories that provided comfort Only to grow older and engulf the darkness "No lights on this path honey" Except there is no voice to hold your hand Oh the memories of the past. How things used to be so simple. What in the world happened when the biggest mystery in life was trying to find Waldo in those books?

Here's a picture my friend Ian drew for me on November 26th, 2005 Why the penis, I dunno...

Sitting here with a piece of cold steel to my head, the first thoughts for a long while came to my mind: "When were gummy bears invented?". I was sitting on the curb down on the street I had grown up on as a child. The night was chilly and the angel's piss was whipping the side of my unshaven mug. I got up and started walking towards my decrepit house. I had a hard on for revenge, and tonight was the perfect night to deliver. His name was unimportant. it was a destipicle name though. A haunting name. A name fit for a thief. A thief who took away my happiness. My home. My Annie. This would be his last day to breath in the shit we call oxygen in this god-forsaken polluted shithole. I got to the front porch, and cocked the revolver back. It clanged with the deafening roar of a barrel of C4 exploding in my brain. I walked up the steps towards the door, creaking from the deafening weight of my sins. Right on cue, the thunder cracked as I turned the knob of the french door. It ...

Here is something cool. Lindsey and I wrote this on November 27th, 2005. I would write one or two lines, and then she would write 1-2 more lines, and we switched off, until we made this story. It's probably full of errors, I've been too lazy correct the mistakes. --------- The Perfect Date By: Lindsey Bartell Mikael Laporte She barges through the door and jumps on her bed, and cries with glee. she picks up her puppy, butters--and then she grabs the phone to call her one and only true friend, Mary. She tells Mary all about her date with Lew. but Mary sue was really quiet over the phone because she had a secret crush on Lew, but Ava doesn't know. "That sound's awesome!" Mary responded. "What's the matter, you sound different?" "Oh nothing, just a bad day at school I guess" Mary responded. "Talk To Me!" Ava half squealed, still excited from the conversation with the boy of her dreams. Mary says "Nevermind..I hope you h...

My father wrote this for me when I was baptized. The title of the poem was my name. --- Ne, de la poussiere d’une simple seconde Fruit, d’une longue quete au Coeur solitaire Parfaite creation d’une femme feconde Si finiment petit et deja si volontaire Mon fils ou plutot notre fils Combien de fierte dans la voix de tes parents Combien d’amour depense si genereusement pour toi A l’effet d’un clignotement de paupiere, d’un battement de Coeur A l’effet du premier sourire, des premiers l’armes Puis bientot les premiers pas et le premier mot Une vie faites que de premieres fois, de decouverte Quelle responsabilite que de montrer le bon chemin, la bonne voie T’aider a rechercher le bonheur, qui parfois est La vaine recherché d’un signal des temps modernes Et pour gagner ce bonheur, il te faudra du courage, De la volonte, de la hargne et de la rage Il te faudra savoir te servir de tes poings et de tes dents Mais il te faudra aussi de l’amour et de la tendresse Pour t...

I have decided to go on my other blogs, and extract the (What I think is) the best of what I have written. Everyday, I will post something new (old?), until I can come up with some new original material. Yesterday I saw old photo albums, and it would be awesome if my children could see what I wrote when I was young, so they can say that I was the worst father in the world and back it up with this when I say as my defense that I used to be a cool chap.

As we grow up, we are given more and more responsibilities. No longer can we pee in bed and draw on the walls with markers. No more can we leave dirty dishes on the table and leave our toys and clothes all over the room. The older we get, the more we have to become invisible to the rest of society. we must clean up behind ourselves, and leave not a trace of where we once were, essentially becoming ghosts. Once we were able to show our love by leaving a shoe in the middle of a hallway knowing that someone would pick it up, knowing the ones who did cared about you. Now we must pick up our own shoes, and because of this, we live in constant fear of not knowing who really loves us. As we get older, we realise life is not full big messes of creativity, but of huge empty cleanliness, which, in time, forces us to become unimaginative, and to blindly follow society's rules. I am starting a revolution. I invite you all to leave your mark. Every morning, when drinking your coffee/tea/hot coc...

G'dmn. I am rich. Yes I am. I'm rich like Micheal Jackson when he punches someone, like in that old SNES game of his where a bunch of coins would fly out of his sleeve and engrave themselves into their skulls, except when I punch someone, a billion hundred dolla' bills ZOOM! out and slice the baddies into tiny morcels good enough to eat easily like sunday mourning! I'm so rich, my house has big red button in the middle of the room, and when you press it, BAM! your in space! Then I fly around in my big space contraption and freakin' land on the moon! In the moon! In it I'll have a huge laser beam which will then be used to oblitherate those pesky Oaky'S! BAM! No more Mars! I Have a huge canary shaped molecular annahilator which destroys one reality to replace it with my own, at the expense of myself. I'm so rich, my mind turns gold into diamonds!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAA

What is a beautiful lie? What makes it beautiful? Is telling someone "Everything will be alright" when all parties know everything will be horrible a beautiful lie? If the world went dark tomorrow, would people lie to themselves to brainwash their mind into thinking that all is well? What if that person told themselves the truth? Would that make them fight even harder to make it all better, or will this destroy all hope in themselves? Does the foresight of eternal darkness make one stronger, or does it kill them slowly? How can one make their lies a reality? Is it worth fighting for? Does it even matter in the end? Many questions, No Answers.

Hmm, 3 weeks in France. What has happened? Week 1: Went to Brittany Week 2: This week seemed impossibly long. Every minuet lasted five. It was kinda cool, made me feel like it would take longer for me to die. I also got beat down by a cop for looking like an Arab. Shave my beard and I'm white again. I must be magic. Week 3: The make up for lost time, Father time decided to speed this week up a bit. Nothing interesting to note, except I taught my very first student and made a cool 20 Euros for an hours work. Now it's the weekend, I met some people but they seem flaky...Why am I not surprised? Nothing much to tell really. I miss my friends in America, but let's not get all emotional, eh? I need to find Inspiration. And Write a Story. Might As Well Join Some Faction And then Wake up:-/ Yes, Well Me Go Sleep Next Topic: What Is A Beautiful Lie? 

Why the hell is this bunny so cute!!! What makes it cute!!! AGHH!