tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84388052011-04-21T10:52:18.804-07:00Questions? Answers? Fruitcakes?49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1098068115200297192004-10-17T19:41:00.000-07:002004-10-17T19:55:15.200-07:00<strong>Re</strong>cession a<strong>f</strong>t<strong>er</strong> the st<strong>o</strong>rm. P<strong>l</strong>ans <strong>and</strong> th<strong>in</strong>gs <strong>a </strong>foo<strong>t</strong>in<strong>g</strong>. Busy as a <strong>bee</strong> (he<strong>e </strong>hee<strong>).</strong> <strong>B</strong>ut <strong>n</strong>o<strong>w</strong> th<strong>e</strong>re m<strong>igh</strong>t be t<strong>i</strong>me f<strong>o</strong>r <strong>a</strong> la<strong>s</strong>t h<strong>u</strong>r<strong>ra</strong>h be<strong>fore</strong> the w<strong>in</strong>ds bl<strong>ow</strong> this pla<strong>c</strong>e to a s<strong>ilent</strong> sle<strong>ep</strong> <strong>again</strong>... <br /> <br /><span style="color:#000000;"><em><e/plans></span> <span style="color:#ffffff;"><em>within plans <span style="color:#ffff00;">within</span> plans wit<span style="color:#330000;">hin </span>plans within plans within plans within<span style="color:#cc0000;"> plans</span> within plans within plans within plans within plans within plans <span style="color:#ff0000;">wit</span>hin plans within pla<span style="color:#66ffff;">ns </span>within plans withi<span style="color:#660000;">n </span>plan<span style="color:#336666;">s</span> within p<span style="color:#006600;">lan</span>s within plans within p<span style="color:#003333;">la</span>ns within plans within plans within plans within plans within plans within plans within plans within plans within plans within plans w<span style="color:#330000;">ithin </span>plans within plans w<span style="color:#ffcccc;">it</span>hin plans within plans withi<span style="color:#999900;">n</span> plans within plans within plans within plans within<span style="color:#000000;">.../</span><span style="color:#000000;">></span> <br /></em></span> <br /><strong>PLAN! EXICUTE! RECURSE!</strong> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109806811520029719?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1097195655478190552004-10-07T17:18:00.000-07:002004-10-07T17:34:15.480-07:00I won't be satisfied until they’re all dead. <br /> <br />All off the ones you hold dear. <br /> <br />That's all I smell, the sent of blood, sweat, pain and war. <br /> <br />I will hurt you if you are close. <br /> <br />I will make you pay for living. <br /> <br />You'll hate me forever and I won't care, all I want is that hate. <br /> <br />I want to fight you to the death. <br /> <br />After I torture you and everyone you care about. <br /> <br />I won't pretend if you don't, all I want is your rage and hatred. <br /> <br />Because once you give in to it like me, you will be NO BETTER. <br /> <br />And I'll have done what I've always wanted. <br /> <br />To pass on the madness, sadness, and weakness to another. <br /> <br />Then for that moment while I still live I won't be alone as a monster, you'll be right there, another monster right there, breathing the same air, knowing the same fate. <br /> <br />And I'll smile. <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109719565547819055?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1096704790404280282004-10-02T01:47:00.000-07:002004-10-02T01:13:10.403-07:00<strong>Y</strong>ou know w<strong>hat</strong>? Who the f<strong>u</strong>ck do yo<strong>u</strong> think yo<strong>u</strong> are? Bu<strong>ildin</strong>g stuff like w<strong>or</strong>lds shouldn<strong>'t</strong> be all<strong>ow</strong>ed! It's just c<strong>raz</strong>y! T<strong>h</strong>e ulti<strong>mate</strong> perv<strong>er</strong>sion of nat<strong>ure</strong> itse<strong>lf</strong>. That doesn't re<strong>ally</strong> matter does <strong>it</strong>. Your <strong>dead</strong> after all... if you <strong>re</strong>ally could <strong>die</strong> I guess th<strong>at</strong>'s what I'd c<strong>all</strong> it. <br /> <br />W<strong>hy</strong> do it th<strong>o</strong>ugh<strong>?</strong> Why h<strong>i</strong>de all the <strong>sec</strong>rets? <br /> <br />Yo<strong>u</strong> don't c<strong>are</strong> about th<strong>in</strong>gs like <span style="color:#ffffff;">r e l a t i o n s h i p s</span> do <strong>you</strong>? No, screw e<strong>m</strong> all as long<strong> as</strong> you get w<strong>hat</strong> you w<strong>a</strong>nt. E<strong>ven</strong> tho<strong>u</strong>gh the irony i<strong>s</strong> <strong>YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT!</strong> <br /> <br />So<strong>me</strong>things don't <strong>think</strong> or won<strong>d</strong>er <strong>a</strong>s much as the<strong>y</strong> should the<strong>s</strong>e d<strong>ays</strong>. But then a<strong>gain</strong> allo<strong>t</strong> are g<strong>oin</strong>g to <strong>die</strong> anyway. AL<strong>O</strong>T. Still not e<strong>no</strong>ugh though. <strong>KILL KILL KILL!</strong> T<strong>ak</strong>e <strong>a</strong>way <strong>every</strong>one y<strong>o</strong>u've ever loved a<strong>n</strong>d se<strong>e</strong> just w<strong>ha</strong>t kind of per<strong>so</strong>n you are. <em>Nerve <strong>end</strong>ings or sili<strong>con</strong> wafers I don't re<strong>all</strong>y <strong>care</strong>. <br /></em> <br />The <strong>tide</strong> will<strong> take</strong>, the <strong>sea</strong> will <strong>rise</strong>, would <strong>you</strong> make<strong> it</strong> easier? Your <strong>5</strong> feet<strong> above</strong> the<strong> fire</strong> about <strong>to</strong> <em>get </em><strong>burn</strong>t. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109670479040428028?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1096522125813071752004-09-29T22:17:00.000-07:002004-09-29T22:28:45.813-07:00First and foremost, day-mares are creepy, creepy and twisted versions of their night brethern. I hope never to experence such a thing ever again. <br /> <br />Second, since when do houses talk? I was under the impression that hearing voices in a dead empty house with no sound, music etc was not exactly possible. Especialy muffled conversations. <br /> <br />Third, I found the song I was tortured by from lack of finding! Its "Story in your Eyes" by Moody Blues. <br /> <br />Fourth, well, there is no fourth. Four is the number of the Holy Ghost. And Ghosts are creepy. <br /> <br />Lets just skip to Seventh and say: "<strong>W</strong>h<strong>a</strong>t<strong>s</strong> <strong>h</strong>ear I, <strong>away</strong> trot<strong>t</strong>ing of t<strong>he</strong> <strong>si</strong>g<strong>ns</strong> <strong>of</strong> ny<strong>m</strong>phs <strong>an</strong>d....?" <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109652212581307175?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1096269850991240252004-09-27T01:07:00.000-07:002004-09-27T00:24:10.990-07:00Yo<strong>ur</strong> shaki<strong>n</strong>g... <br /> <br />I k<strong>no</strong>w. <br /> <br />Maybe yo<strong>u</strong> should put so<strong>me</strong> ice on that? <br /> <br /><strong>I</strong>'ll be <strong>fine</strong>. <br /> <br />You <strong>sure</strong>? <br /> <br /><strong>Y</strong>es. <br /> <br />So, w<strong>hat</strong> are we goin<strong>g</strong> to do now? <br /> <br />We<strong>ll</strong> if we mo<strong>ve</strong> up throug<strong>h t</strong>he old stream inter<strong>sect</strong> with those cars a<strong>nd h</strong>ead for the treeline we migh<strong>t m</strong>ake it. <br /> <br />Rig<strong>ht, o</strong>kay.. <br /> <br />So<strong>me</strong>thing on your <strong>mind</strong>? <br /> <br />I<strong>ts j</strong>ust that... w<strong>ell</strong>.. <br /> <br />Mari<strong>a ri</strong>ght? <br /> <br />Ye<strong>ah</strong>.. <br /> <br />*S<strong>i</strong>ghs* <strong>Right</strong> you head f<strong>or</strong> the road and use those d<strong>it</strong>ches f<strong>or</strong> cover. I'll... I'll try and h<strong>old</strong> t<strong>he</strong>m. <br /> <br />..... <strong>B</strong>ut <strong>you</strong>'ll.... <br /> <br /><strong>I</strong> was always <strong>be</strong>tter at this k<strong>in</strong>d of th<strong>ing</strong> then yo<strong>u</strong>. I'll <strong>be</strong> fine. Now G<strong>O</strong> DA<strong>M</strong>N <strong>IT!</strong> <br /> <br /> <br />***<strong>I<span style="color:#ffffff;">N</span>COM<span style="color:#ffffff;">I</span>NG MESS<span style="color:#ffffff;">A</span>GE FR<span style="color:#ffffff;">O</span>M</strong> <strong>Y</strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">[</span><span style="color:#663300;">r</span><span style="color:#009900;">&</span>^<strong><span style="color:#000000;">@</span></strong>*<span style="color:#ffffff;">*</span>* <br /> <br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="color:#333399;">Down, up</span>, down, do<span style="color:#009900;">wn</span>, up, up, do<span style="color:#cc0000;">w</span>n, down, up, down,<span style="color:#cc9933;"> Down</span>, up, down, down, up, up, down, down, up, down, Down, up, down, down,<span style="color:#663300;"> up, up</span>, down, down, up, down,Down, up, down, down, up, up, <span style="color:#006600;">down,</span> down, up, down, Down, up, down, down, <span style="color:#3333ff;">up, up, down</span>, down, up, down,Down, up, down, down, up, up, down, down, <span style="color:#ff6666;">up,</span> down,Down, up, down, down, up, up, down, down, up, down,<span style="color:#003300;">Down, up</span>, down, down, up, up, down, down, <span style="color:#330033;">up, down</span>,Down, up, down, down, up, up, down, down, up, down, strange, </span><span style="color:#000000;">strange.</span> <br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109626985099124025?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1096185253953641912004-09-26T00:30:00.003-07:002004-09-26T01:05:11.716-07:00<strong>1</strong>2:<strong>3</strong>0, 12:<strong>3</strong>0. <strong>Drip, drip</strong>, drip. Can't <strong>get comfortable</strong>, look<strong>s </strong>for her covers. <strong>Sh</strong>ivers. Its <strong>co</strong>ld.. *drip, d<strong>rip</strong>, drip*. Can't st<strong>and</strong> it. She thro<strong>ws</strong> of the c<strong>ov</strong>ers and gets up. C<strong>old</strong> envel<strong>o</strong>pes her. It <strong>mov</strong>es *cr<strong>e</strong>ep, c<strong>ree</strong>p, clank clank<strong>*</strong>. S<strong>he</strong> puts her feet down.. <strong>fir</strong>st left.. then r<strong>i</strong>ght... Move<strong>s towa</strong>rds the ba<strong>thro</strong>om acro<strong>ss th</strong>e shimering frozen floor. *D<strong>rip</strong>, d<strong>rip</strong>, d<strong>rip</strong>* She turns <strong>the faucet</strong> off, turns, and walks back to b<strong>ed</strong>. *Dri<strong>p, dr</strong>ip, drip* She <strong>stop</strong>s. It sc<strong>ur</strong>ries f<strong>ur</strong>ther, *creep, cr<strong>eep</strong>, clank clan<strong>k</strong>*. Turning ag<strong>ai</strong>n, It moves up t<strong>he</strong> drain *creep, creep, c<strong>lan</strong>k clank, cr<strong>ee</strong>p, creep, c<strong>la</strong>nk clank*. She forces the <strong>fau</strong>cet in a <strong>dri</strong>fty anger. It st<strong>are</strong>s up at her. <strong>S</strong>he lo<strong>oks</strong> in the <strong>mirror</strong>. Its ri<strong>ght</strong> behind her. It <strong>be</strong>nds over to <strong>spea</strong>k softl<strong>y</strong> in her ear, "D<strong>on</strong>'t be <strong>afrai</strong>d" It says as it<strong> starts</strong> to eat her. Can't <strong>sc</strong>ream. Can't<strong> move</strong>. Ca<strong>n't</strong> breathe. She sof<strong>tl</strong>y wh<strong>imp</strong>ers as I<strong>t </strong>dev<strong>our</strong>s her <strong>who</strong>le. <br /> <br />............................................................... <br /> <br /><em>"Age: 19</em> <br /><em>Death Anniversary: September 26, 1974</em> <br /><em></em> <br /><em>Patricia was senselessly mutilated and killed by an unknown assailant sometime in the night police suspect. She was just two months away from her 19th birthday, and her life was taken from her, and from us. Patricia was a very bright, active girl with a love for life. She always made me laugh. The 20-year anniversary of her death is coming up in just two short weeks, and it just doesn't seem possible that she would be turning 30 this coming November, when she didn't live to see 19. The man who has believed to have killed her was sentenced to a psychiatric unit for a short while and was awarded with time served for his jail sentence."</em> <br /> <br />W<strong>her</strong>e would you b<strong>e</strong>? <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109618525395364191?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1096069271419345172004-09-24T16:29:00.000-07:002004-09-24T16:42:37.350-07:00<strong>Things</strong> just got <strong>diff</strong>erent. I'll with h<strong>old</strong> judgement until f<strong>ur</strong>ther <strong>info</strong>rmation is <strong>co</strong>l<strong>l</strong>ected for a <strong>d</strong>ecision. <strong>Bu</strong>t the <strong>g</strong>eneral consensu<strong>s</strong> is "Go <strong>again</strong> next Friday". <br /> <br />Risks and <strong>reward</strong> I gue<strong>ss</strong>. <br /> <br />F<strong>or</strong> those who might be <strong>new</strong> here, th<strong>is </strong>isn't for yo<strong>u</strong>. <strong>M</strong>ake no <strong>judge</strong>ments b<strong>as</strong>ed on inform<strong>ation</strong> here. Its all<strong>-p</strong>ure insanity a<strong>rchi</strong>ved here to m<strong>ake s</strong>pace up in my c<strong>ran</strong>ium. <br />So if <strong>you s</strong>ee a cry<strong>baby</strong>, or a dement<strong>ed p</strong>sycho here, it’s <strong>not</strong> real. So s<strong>ay</strong> what <strong>you</strong> will but you'll only lower your self to<strong> talking with an illusion</strong>. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109606927141934517?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1096005950158860722004-09-23T22:30:00.000-07:002004-09-23T23:05:50.156-07:00Feelin<strong>g </strong>is bad. No, Lonelyn<strong>es</strong>s is bad. No, <strong>Lon</strong>ging is bad. <strong>Bad,</strong> Bad, Good, Bad. <br /> <br />Who am I k<strong>iddin</strong>g? Obvio<strong>usly </strong>myself, as others p<strong>oi</strong>nt this out like a ne<strong>on</strong> sign reading "HEART HOTEL". <strong>But </strong>see theres no way <strong>I</strong> can do what would make me...... <strong>NO.</strong> <br /> <br />Its <strong>stupid</strong> and others would get <strong>hur</strong>t. I'd get hur<strong>t</strong>. <br /> <br /><strong>Ma</strong>ybe its because of fear of <strong>ge</strong>tting hurt. But getting h<strong>u</strong>rt unessisarly is <strong>stupid</strong>. I'm <strong>stupid</strong>. This <strong>en</strong>tire post is <strong>stupid</strong>. I'm go<strong>in</strong>g to go<strong> </strong>in<strong>sane</strong>. Theres no <strong>point</strong> to not to. I'm already de<strong>ad</strong> for the m<strong>ost</strong> part. I'll save the par<strong>ts</strong> people like and throw<strong> away</strong> the rest. <br /> <br /><strong>I</strong>t'll be <strong>life</strong>, but it c<strong>a</strong>n never be <strong>true</strong>ly living. <br /> <br /><em>That's why I can see the angels and you can't.</em> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109600595015886072?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1095993095688460982004-09-23T19:03:00.000-07:002004-09-23T19:31:35.686-07:00<strong>Win</strong>, win win win win, win win, win win <strong>win</strong> win win win win, <strong>wi</strong>n win wi<strong>n </strong>win win win, win win win <strong>win</strong> win, win <strong>win win</strong>. <br /> <br />That's not <strong>regular</strong> is <strong>i</strong>t? That same <strong>word</strong> and <strong>feeling</strong> <strong>scream</strong>ing at you, beg<strong>ing</strong> for every moment of thought. I pro<strong>ba</strong>bly think more about how to <strong>d</strong>estroy and <strong>be</strong>at an opponent then naked girls or boob<strong>i</strong>es. Even wh<strong>en</strong> doing and learning my favourite <strong>t</strong>hings it relentlessly t<strong>e</strong>a<strong>r</strong>s and begs at me. <br /> <br />Oh <strong>well</strong> its only natur<strong>al</strong> to want to chal<strong>l</strong>enge and <strong>destroy everything</strong>. <br /> <br />Est-ce que tu parler en francais? Not. I. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109599309568846098?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8438805.post-1095919296981690932004-09-22T22:42:00.000-07:002004-09-22T23:01:36.983-07:00"La <strong>dee</strong> da" <br /> <br />I'<strong>m a</strong> poor man, wealth ma<strong>y</strong> <strong>be a fabrication</strong> made by man b<strong>u</strong>t mans nee<strong>d</strong> to social<strong>i</strong>ze and form relationships is all too r<strong>e</strong>al. Eating is gr<strong>ea</strong>t too but i<strong>t</strong>s not going to be a <strong>problem</strong> for at least one <strong>mor</strong>e y<strong>e</strong>ar. (Those who know me are scoffing at this! <em>Ha!</em> Buts its also <strong>all</strong> to true.) <br /> <br />All the <strong>courage </strong>and intelligence <strong>in</strong> <strong>the world</strong> is not g<strong>o</strong>ing to do much good where <strong>I </strong>want to go. <br /> <br />No that pl<strong>a</strong>ce is made up of walls of sugar coated <strong>reality</strong>, flexed and <strong>bent</strong> to perfection. T<strong>he</strong> more perfect something <strong>is</strong> the shorter it <strong>last</strong>s. So I g<strong>u</strong>ess if I ever get to <strong>go</strong> there I'll be sure <strong>t</strong>o st<strong>o</strong>p by the volunteer booth for <strong>un</strong>perfected savo<strong>i</strong>r of made-<strong>up</strong> perfect land. <br /> <br />How could <strong>I d</strong>ance with <strong>a</strong>nother book? Far to <strong>long</strong>. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8438805-109591929698169093?l=liesinsanityandabunchofotherstuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>49/7/1http://www.blogger.com/profile/13876371821587760084noreply@blogger.com1