REseurrect the thought, sacrifive be not.
Emo girls are slightly out of touch, ya think?
I sound like i'm talking to myself, it scares me but not really. he's comeing and i see clearly, i just can't talk that way.
666....i am it, k? i'm sorry for being what i am but i'm more glad to be just that because because the time will come but not through serpents vicous tongue, read the bible. I can't freestyle but through writing.
i must go sleep some, give me alchohol...you know i'm young i know i'm....done.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
FUCK YOU~
I FOLLED YOU ALL HAHAHA BUT ITS OK
because i leave with no restistance. ;)
none but the prophecy, it's mine.
thank you all for believing!!!! in energy that has always been....
i love only one. and he's won what he wants so good luck to you all remember...eharmony.com@@@ the very heart of the soul.
the mind is deceiveing, see curtain down to know.
because i leave with no restistance. ;)
none but the prophecy, it's mine.
thank you all for believing!!!! in energy that has always been....
i love only one. and he's won what he wants so good luck to you all remember...eharmony.com@@@ the very heart of the soul.
the mind is deceiveing, see curtain down to know.
I will Keep a Note under My Pillow....
oh oops....i already did 3:51 pm on march 23
i forgive you, now let me watch the rest of it.
I am back!!!
However I won't be returning to school for a while. I still have so much work to do! I am not tired as much as relaxed, really. Nothing hurts when everything is whole. But not yet....hehe KT likes to skip ahead to the last chapter sometimes. I wonder who's all reading this but yet I don't care for you, with apologies, I only care for me and my teddy bear. Bree's a smart girl not to trust a danielbeast, and jonas is a smart boy for putting up with her. I root for her, go tell em girl!!!
i forgive you, now let me watch the rest of it.
I am back!!!
However I won't be returning to school for a while. I still have so much work to do! I am not tired as much as relaxed, really. Nothing hurts when everything is whole. But not yet....hehe KT likes to skip ahead to the last chapter sometimes. I wonder who's all reading this but yet I don't care for you, with apologies, I only care for me and my teddy bear. Bree's a smart girl not to trust a danielbeast, and jonas is a smart boy for putting up with her. I root for her, go tell em girl!!!
Latvia...
I think my mother was born around there. She is coming to see me soon, I'm pretty escited. Soetimes things fon't work out as planned, and clues are ignored by the mind because of stage fright. Fight the Lion is a good band, but they still need so much work. I will be back when i feel its nessecary for now...shh.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Not THAT Stupid!
SOOOO lucky!
Of course late, but LUCKY!
I don’t know why though
My causal analysis paper is coming up…coincidence? No more of those, PLEASE!!!
Coincidence does not exist.
Mistakes do. Punishment does.
Time travel is cool.
I’m not that stupid.
Of course late, but LUCKY!
I don’t know why though
My causal analysis paper is coming up…coincidence? No more of those, PLEASE!!!
Coincidence does not exist.
Mistakes do. Punishment does.
Time travel is cool.
I’m not that stupid.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
1-800-MISSING
Ms. Kelly's absence from HSAO has left many of us students uncomfortable. Personally, I don't know what to say. Too many thoughts come clambered to form words with. It's all unfinished ties.
I don't want to sound redundant...but in some ways whatever happens happens when you don't follow the proper guidelines. If you agree to funding, understand all that comes with that includes the funder's influence in our classwork.
But this isn't why I write here. Ms. Kelly's absence may have an influence on this entry, but it has nothing to do with her disappearance.
I was going to explain my last entry. And I never do this, so pay attention.
"Once upon a time" Now, because it does not necessarily have to be in the past, let's set the dail to future.
"A story in a story, IF you understand my TIME" Self-explanatory (Or should I just say...explanatory)
*Edit: I realize 'tis still unclear, a story in a story if you understand my time (which is set in the future, right?)
"A young girl was a'talkin to her stallion,
Speaking gentle coaxing cooes of whispered
Fairytales and seldom did she speak of this one."
So, she's telling one story, that I remember...
"Frost covered the windows,
The kind you could draw using fingertips.
If your hand was calm, your aim dead-shot
You could paint a whole world if not more."
Remember this stanza!!! It has absolutely no significance now but remember it well for later usage.
"Jasmine, perched atop her roof,
Was a sharin words of wisdom,
Words of distant truths
With her companion for the night."
So now she tells another story...catch the change now:
"'I was but a child when
In love I first fell.
For fairytales existed not
The time before then.'"
So, the time before the character falls in love had no fairytales, correct?
"However, leave he had to
Eventually.
Promising to return quickly.
right
If I was good, did as was told
Never spoke and never stole,
Never lied and never said no,
Improvising all along."
In improvisation, it's a common rule to never say no. It makes for a smoother plot and over-all positive mood.
"He heeded me remember these,
And always rest assured,
If I kept on, with dead-shot aim
All yearnings would be cured."
Now you remember the noted stanza? If not, it's okay...go back and review BEFORE you go on...got to move backward to go forth...oh strike that, reverse it!
"Until the time we meet again,
Until the time we speak again,
Until the time we see again,
We'll blind our eyes and numb our lips
Drawing pictures in the windows with our fingertips."
Now, here's the big one! Drawing pictures in the windows with our fingertips...what can you do with those pictures, kids? (This is CAKE!!!)
"And so have I,
So will I,
Until I've rubbed my finger raw,
Until there's no more room to draw."
CatCh iT!
"So preseverance is the word,
But what is the answer?
I guess you shall write your own,
The End."
I remembered...
Did you quite get the end?
did you remember?
Good. I thought so.
I don't want to sound redundant...but in some ways whatever happens happens when you don't follow the proper guidelines. If you agree to funding, understand all that comes with that includes the funder's influence in our classwork.
But this isn't why I write here. Ms. Kelly's absence may have an influence on this entry, but it has nothing to do with her disappearance.
I was going to explain my last entry. And I never do this, so pay attention.
"Once upon a time" Now, because it does not necessarily have to be in the past, let's set the dail to future.
"A story in a story, IF you understand my TIME" Self-explanatory (Or should I just say...explanatory)
*Edit: I realize 'tis still unclear, a story in a story if you understand my time (which is set in the future, right?)
"A young girl was a'talkin to her stallion,
Speaking gentle coaxing cooes of whispered
Fairytales and seldom did she speak of this one."
So, she's telling one story, that I remember...
"Frost covered the windows,
The kind you could draw using fingertips.
If your hand was calm, your aim dead-shot
You could paint a whole world if not more."
Remember this stanza!!! It has absolutely no significance now but remember it well for later usage.
"Jasmine, perched atop her roof,
Was a sharin words of wisdom,
Words of distant truths
With her companion for the night."
So now she tells another story...catch the change now:
"'I was but a child when
In love I first fell.
For fairytales existed not
The time before then.'"
So, the time before the character falls in love had no fairytales, correct?
"However, leave he had to
Eventually.
Promising to return quickly.
right
If I was good, did as was told
Never spoke and never stole,
Never lied and never said no,
Improvising all along."
In improvisation, it's a common rule to never say no. It makes for a smoother plot and over-all positive mood.
"He heeded me remember these,
And always rest assured,
If I kept on, with dead-shot aim
All yearnings would be cured."
Now you remember the noted stanza? If not, it's okay...go back and review BEFORE you go on...got to move backward to go forth...oh strike that, reverse it!
"Until the time we meet again,
Until the time we speak again,
Until the time we see again,
We'll blind our eyes and numb our lips
Drawing pictures in the windows with our fingertips."
Now, here's the big one! Drawing pictures in the windows with our fingertips...what can you do with those pictures, kids? (This is CAKE!!!)
"And so have I,
So will I,
Until I've rubbed my finger raw,
Until there's no more room to draw."
CatCh iT!
"So preseverance is the word,
But what is the answer?
I guess you shall write your own,
The End."
I remembered...
Did you quite get the end?
did you remember?
Good. I thought so.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Preseverance
For this entry, I thought how about a story?
you like stories, don't you baby?
Once upon a time, (and this is a story in a story, if you understand my time)
A young girl was a'talkin to her stallion.
Speaking gentle coaxing cooes of whispered
Fairytales and seldom did she speak of this one.
But I remember...
"Frost covered the windows,
The kind you could draw using fingertips.
If your hand was calm, your aim dead-shot
You could paint a whole world if not more.
Jasmine, perched atop her roof,
Was a sharin words of wisdom,
Words of distant truths
With her companion for the night.
'I was but a child when
In love I first fell.
For fairytales existed not
The time before then.
However, leave he had to
Eventually.
Promising to return quickly.
If I was good, did as was told
Never spoke and never stole,
Never lied and never said no,
Improvising all along.
He heeded me remember these,
And always rest assured,
If I kept on, with dead-shot aim
All yearnings would be cured.
Until the time we meet again,
Until the time we speak again,
Until the time we see again,
We'll blind our eyes and numb our lips
Drawing pictures in the windows with our fingertips.
And so have I,
So will I,
Until I've rubbed my finger raw,
Until there's no more room to draw.'
So preseverance is the word,
But what is the answer?
I guess you shall write your own,
The End."
I remembered...
do you?
you like stories, don't you baby?
Once upon a time, (and this is a story in a story, if you understand my time)
A young girl was a'talkin to her stallion.
Speaking gentle coaxing cooes of whispered
Fairytales and seldom did she speak of this one.
But I remember...
"Frost covered the windows,
The kind you could draw using fingertips.
If your hand was calm, your aim dead-shot
You could paint a whole world if not more.
Jasmine, perched atop her roof,
Was a sharin words of wisdom,
Words of distant truths
With her companion for the night.
'I was but a child when
In love I first fell.
For fairytales existed not
The time before then.
However, leave he had to
Eventually.
Promising to return quickly.
If I was good, did as was told
Never spoke and never stole,
Never lied and never said no,
Improvising all along.
He heeded me remember these,
And always rest assured,
If I kept on, with dead-shot aim
All yearnings would be cured.
Until the time we meet again,
Until the time we speak again,
Until the time we see again,
We'll blind our eyes and numb our lips
Drawing pictures in the windows with our fingertips.
And so have I,
So will I,
Until I've rubbed my finger raw,
Until there's no more room to draw.'
So preseverance is the word,
But what is the answer?
I guess you shall write your own,
The End."
I remembered...
do you?
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