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Oh, Megle…

a student — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 14:38:01 +0000

Stranger: Did u get the package?
You: I did. I signed for it, didn’t you get your receipt?
Stranger: No my ninjas didn’t give me 1
You: Ahh, yes. Sorry. I should have known when the clipboard just appeared in my hands that I was dealing with ninjas.
You: I haven’t opened it yet, per the instructions on the outside.
You: Should I do so now?
Stranger: Yes they are very stealthy.. Yes
You: Alright.
Stranger: Was it what u wanted?
You: … Father, why would you send me a rubber chicken?
You: It is what I wanted, but why would you of all people send it to me?
You: You know I’m deathly allergic.
Stranger: I thought I would help u overcome your allergic reaction to chickens and if u died you would come back as a zombie
You: Father, my throat is closing up…
You: I don’t think I can last much longer.
You: You see what you’ve done?
You: Your only son…
Stranger: U are now turning into a zombie muhahahaha
You: What do we want? BRAINS
You: When do we want ‘em? BRAINS
Stranger: Chicken’s brain .. Now!
You: You were right to send me the rubber chicken, Father.
You: Its poor brain cured my zombiehood when I ate it.
Stranger: Yes I knew it would help u and it’s also helping my world domination
You: That’s wonderful, Father! I’m so glad you’re funding your efforts with rubber chicken sales.
Stranger: Yes it is very interesting how the sales keep going up in ratings
You: Your marketing department must be having a fit.
You: Are you going to expand?
Stranger: Yes, I am
You: To what?
Stranger: The world’s largest chicken corporation.
You: Only rubber, father, or are you actually planning on – gasp! – real chickens?
Stranger: Real chickens muhahahahahaahaha
You: I don’t know if I can stand the shock… Father, I must lie down. Forgive me if I leave you.
Stranger: Do not worry, son.
You: We will speak again soon… But for now… I bid you farewell.
Stranger: Son!! Do not leave me!!!!!
You: I must, Father, my poor head can’t take the stress.
Stranger: Son, rest for now. u will awake at dawn.
You: Thank you, Father. Goodbye.

Filed under: cool stuff Tagged: 42, humour, my day, night, spring, strangers

How I Have Been Different

a student — Fri, 11 Feb 2011 06:10:37 +0000

- gained ten pounds & some-odd noticeable inches
- stopped wearing jewelry (have started again)
- started wearing the same thing all the time
- started avoiding eye contact
- added roughly forty gut-wrenching songs to music library
- began to sift through previous past
- memory loss
- started avoiding mirrors
- negativity
- started inactively [but noticeably] avoiding sleep
- huge grade drop; loss of comprehension and slash or concentration
- loss of writing
- gain in casual musical experience
- [ironic] decrease in tolerance for intolerance
- started to cry when well-enough immersed in any story
- loss in retention
- obsession with past
- skepticism
- idiocy slash loss of the Right Thing To Do

Filed under: deliberately placed in time, living in the past Tagged: A Look, devotion, life, lists, new, personal, problems, realisations, reflection, school, sleep, winter, writing, Zamily

Tart

a student — Wed, 26 Jan 2011 23:18:14 +0000

I love the little swirlies you get when you put ice in your glass.

Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: 42, cool stuff, graphics, life, my day, realisations, thoughts, winter

Lover, Lover, Lover

a student — Tue, 25 Jan 2011 05:14:48 +0000

I’ve started to cry. When I read a story, or watch a movie… When it gets emotional, I cry. I never used to do that. I think it might be good, but there’s at least a possibility that it’s not. What if it’s just because I’m fragile? What if it’s not that I’m opening my mind; becoming more imaginative?

(Duele no tenerte cerca)

Why does this have to be? More unanswerable questions. I just can never quite tell when you’re telling the truth or when you’re protecting me… When you’ll be okay or when I’ll hurt you. Everything blurs together. It’s just one dilemma after another.

(Duele no escuchar tu voz)

I have to fill in the blanks. Make the pieces fit together. Once everything sticks things will be okay, and I can see that now, and that’s progress, I suppose.

(Duele respirar tu ausencia, pero…)

All I want to do is make you happy. Make everyone happy. Why can’t I do both at the same time? Why isn’t there enough for that?

(Duele más decirte adiós)

Filed under: deliberately placed in time Tagged: angst, crying, devotion, goals, love, problems, reflection, thoughts

Hey, You- Take Two

a student — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 00:48:51 +0000

Filed under: cool stuff, future Tagged: 42, dreams, goals, my day, new, winter

Pyjama Pants

a student — Sat, 01 Jan 2011 05:12:20 +0000

One year to the minute and I can still taste your lips exactly as they were…

Filed under: deliberately placed in time, living in the past Tagged: devotion, my day, reflection, winter

Hey, You

a student — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 22:05:53 +0000

Filed under: cool stuff, future Tagged: 42, dreams, goals, my day, new, winter

Refrain

a student — Fri, 10 Sep 2010 03:13:49 +0000

I cannot lose you, in the strictest sense of the word ‘can’ and the most real sense of the word ‘need’.

Filed under: deliberately placed in time Tagged: devotion

Heat Transfer

a student — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 03:42:34 +0000

Life is so beautiful, sometimes. The fan that made me bleed is running right next to my head and there is a cricket and wind and lightning and I want to run all the way to your house just to show you this. Take you outside and kiss you and then leave, and you would be bleary-eyed and the wind is warm, love, and the lightning is bright, but it’s not here. Something went wrong in the line of things going wrong and suddenly there’s just one moment that’s right.

These are the nights we live, darling; these are the nights we die within ourselves and we fall asleep and rise up entirely new people.

In other news, I was thinking about you. I don’t want you fighting too hard for me. I’m not a good prize. Not good enough for you.

Filed under: deliberately placed in time Tagged: love, night, reflection, thoughts, unsure

Dada

a student — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 07:21:22 +0000

It wasn’t entirely on my mind the way I
Intended it to be.
It happened.

The truth- well, it hurts to say.

So soon after I was so shocked after I was
Awed by how this world
Lets us go; we can try momentarily…
But we get tossed off

This delicacy of interconnectivity- I found it
Satisfying to the extreme, extremes meeting, forming
Circular cycles. Twisted in two, broken and meeting
Simultaneously.

I can’t stand it.

Aren’t we all?

That was yesterday… The truth- I won’t fight it.

I hope that we can work past the poeticism of this all.

I hope you can see straight now, love, because
I will rock your world
I can defocus your lenses
I should be entwined in your rods and cones.

When the love starts burning, you got to do what’s right.

Bring me back to pressure and passion
Heat kills: my cells slowly dying running sliding screaming
Down your hip.
We say this is precious and toss it away
Like your doubts; I would have
Carried you,
You know.

Treat me no good no more…

Filed under: personal Tagged: love