food for thought

i like feeling like the big man.

but sometimes I get in shit.

but worse sometimes my problem,

was getting others caught...

there is a phantom looming over

my brain...i have to sort things out.

there is a simple recovery system.

yes thats right, wheels.

i LOVE LAMP.

hello there jesus

well its christmas, and so far my life has dictated that I be joyous and full of yuletime happiness...but oddly enough..this year I havent really been all that excited about the break, about presents about...CHRISTMAS?

This year I got to choose exactly what I wanted and it was tough! I didnt know what I wanted.. I mean...really what else do I need? Obviously I'm going to take advantage of this and my birthday coming up...but i dont know...maybe were all just growing up. If I could use this kind of mentality for everything...thatd be sweet.

and jesus, go fuck yourself you fake little shit.

:)

even if the wars didn't keep coming like glaciers, there would still be plain old death.

munz

GET RICH OR DIE TRYING

lawl

image

is it important to be skinny?

is it important to look good?

is it important to be blonde and have bit tits?

is it important to have blue eyes and big dick?

is it even important to have a good heart anymore?

we all look wonderful...unless you're hitler of course.

The mans got a shitstache.

There...or not.

It's been really bugging me...

How do I know this is alll really...there?

What?The?Fuck?

So I had this fucked up dream once

where I went to a pretty broken down house

full of shades of greens, blues, blacks, greys, whites, browns

and we were smoking weed on the couch

but In Dreams I have never felt this kind of sensation

where something bad and horrible that is represented in my dream

is about to show up and somehow harm me.

The house was always focused on a couch

and all of a sudden this dirty whore of a person

comes up to me, and I can sense right away that this man

is going to fucking sink his claws into me and do anything he wants

I RUN FUCKING FAR. fast as light can go, but they doesn't too be fast enough!

I go through different stages, bars, schools, karaoke bars, not being able to stop

for even ten seconds with my friends...it was hectic shit.

I eventually find myself at the couch again...and there are more people this time. They

stare at me and start following me wherever I went. I decided to leave

and I found myself on Yonge St.

I had really thought about this dream with much consequence...but it seems too

real to put down. I had gotten my first taste of this lecherous scum...I thought it was the last

time I would have to sense him again...

It happened again last night.

I swirled into my dreams, and this time It was kind of set up like clockwork Orange. Me and my friend had broken into a house and instead of raping people there were already people having sex.... things are representative in my dreams and with my emotions in real life. In my dream my friend was the one having felatio....I really needed to leave and he wouldnt, just like so many real situations that have happened. I was also the one who was not having any. The house was nice, Hardwood floors, green trees in the living room, couches. But legs were

extended beyond proportion and things blurred up.

Then like a demon, he..this time a transvestite woman with the same face, popped up and started chasing me. And at the same time he tried adding me of facebook, msn, etc...I think this is some indication of how these things are all affecting me and molding me and my brain. I am constantly thinking of living off the grid...but from my personality I have loads of dependancy on things.

I was free eventually from this disease ridden piece of shit and I woke up.

If I see him again, Im going to go out to it and shove a 56 inch blade of rune up his asshole.

I hope I learn from these interpretations.

illusions

Muthafuckas be drivin me up the walls
Hopin that I fall but they can lick my balls
Straight jacket, strap it
In a padded room when some punk niggaz can't hack it
Distracted from our reality
Now I'm let out on a minor technicality
They all fucked up now
Cause they let a nigga back on the street somehow
I'm lookin for someone like me
Livin in my own world to my own degree
On the loose in the city lookin at the ho wit the big titties
Lookin at me and I feel shitty
A little tensed up gettin hot
Cause she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
I'm tryin to find ways to cope
But I ain't fuckin round wit the gauge or a rope

septum

caught count

.1=walk home drunk and forgot

.2=image of myself on computer desktop, mother

.3=came back home to get cell, forgot to flip

.4=balls too big

Rebirth

How can I balance good and good and still pick out the thistles?

If I stay I can take the easy route and figure out everything that is happening from a safe distance. If I go, I plan plunge and grow and re connect with my roots.

What is better for me? I want to make this decision ultimately on my own, but there are too many little things in the way.........

Things will cycle out (:

d0cile.

am i just doing everything wrong?

when will they come?

caoetstory

if i stare at something for too long

itstarts to implode on me

spsekceturm is what is new

holy fucignstists

VH

If you do a VH make sure you arent wearing boxers or else your weiners gonna pop out

segmentation

ive realized every culture is different

they have their own standards, traditions and definition of 'normal'

its hard being canadian, living to a chinese person's standards

sorry mom.

q t

n0m.

bethu

Throughout history, witches have been depicted as evil, wicked creatures. However, in Macbeth I found that the witches are merely creatures of mischief. Witches are mischievous spirits. They do not force Macbeth to act evil. They merely help fuel his growing ambition, the evil thoughts already ran through his mind. Not only do they ask for nothing in return for the prophecies they bestow, they got in trouble for it. Based on the culture and society Shakespeare lived in, his use of witches in his stories was prolific. Witches have very persuasive tendencies, yet it is important to remember that they control no one.

Tr>into )

when someones mind is composed of a different shape

there is no moving them. You cannot change someone who is composed

of triangles, with someone is composed of circles. The only solutions are:

a) bend over and bow down

b)wait till time takes its toll

c)stand up for your kind

d)purchase gun

[ >( ]

Rotate

There is nothing else.

STicks

I dont really know what to write, but I feel compelled to as I havent In a little while. Here is a quote i made up this second.

'To get what you want, implement the styles of groove'

that was fun hahhaha.

Stars, At Home.

One day after school, I got ripped with a bunch of friends.

My dad picked me up after, so in the car I feigned being asleep.

I cranked up the ipod, and relaxed.

The stars became to come, and I was washed back with the lights

generated from my optic nerves, I was traveling at light speed

as my brain interpreted the pattern of dots.

I've always enjoyed this ability, It does wonders.

Try pl0x.

Shackled

What can I do when these chains hold me ever tighter?

Do I cease to have any sort of effort in freedom?

Or should I bother looking for a way out, that will

a) leave me physically fine

b) leave others out of the way

Many things shall present itself like this

I'm going to have the option do choose

Does it matter who is in harms way?

Do I let someone I hate get hurt?

What are the triances of situations?

I have to decide lightning quick...

before its too late.

Achilles Last Stand

Oh the winds blew, the elements rebelled against one another, the Titans had risen.

Oh how the behemoths roared, the strange symmetry they had with each other outstanding.

I wish I could be, a mighty beast as such.

mugged

today i got mugged

it was pleasant

i got this feeling of disbelief

-'is this really happening'

people like that are fucking low

just because they can, they will

i guess i follow this rhetoric sometimes

karma coming back perhaps?

do i deserve this?

of course each of us would answer

'FUCK NO'

...he also took our pizza.

sad motherfucker.

:C the pizza was wholegrain

Never will work.

Curse my life. There they are, constantly there and here. I cannot do anything with you. I think about it all the time. It makes me so sad, I want so badly, but no i cannot. Hope everyday things will change, and relent over it. Curse my black luck, curse you my love.

Do what I say and I'll make you okay.

DO

lo l is easy to do

its a fun thing to do

people should do it more do

If they did their faces would stretch do

and then it would look like they have do do

DO.

MANTRA

20 minutes of tred

15 upps, 15 sits

:3

m1ndfuck l:3

caught i just myself referring to my own mind as a serperate person.

'yesh i think i like this one'

'hey I like this one too'

fail.

Socializing

Socializing is like a dual edged sword, it can protect you or break you. I like seeing the massive crowds, the random acts of violence and the devil we can just say is tab00 . You start being with crowd, you talk, you meet new people, new faces, dutifully making sure that you remember them subconsciously for that, funnily enough, high possiblity that you shall meet again. By now everything is pitch black, except for the roaring fire that warms the crowd. Where do you think we are? Well then your hands come out of your pocket, and theres a treat inside, a little gift thatll kick you in. It gets inside of you that gift, it manifests, it grows, it flourishes. Signs are appearing, and then you blow up!....metaphorically OF COURSE. I thought it would make things better, and i was right. Everything is exciting again, fresh, seen from a new pair of eyes. Then slowly, the crowd starts gobbling. Not like a chicken, that would be stupid, hahah, but like a omg, another metaphor. Things are getting louder, dizzier, blurrier and you know what? lighter. Where are you? Where are you going? What is happening? Who gives a flying fuck, your high dude. Stop talking to yourself, you crassy fool. Ramblingramblinbrambling rambling

i like that word rambling. SO we rambled on towards the rambling rambler. And we received peace. Under a tree. Under that tree there is a white man, with solarized hair. I keep that man company, and he shows some sign of gratitude. Of course i take this as an immediate calling to what? socialize. I was wrong, I reached the plimith of my falsehood, I was wrong, wrong, wrong. The white man does not yell, he does not even throw a stick. He whispers, can you stop talking?

Go follow the stars, or leave me alone. Time ticks down, your head is still reacting with the elements in your head. White, black, and blue, mix together and you make your way around the pit. I have learned in the past, no liquids for me . I make it around the place zipping. My inside is beeping, whizzing, pumping, and keeping me alive. I find those that I need to find, who can help me find those stars, alot fuckin easier than it would take to do so on my own. There are those who are companions that want to shed on you, who want to blame you, who want to comfort you, ignore you, do anything to you under the sun. This is seriously my night.

Make what you will of it.

HAPPY HALLOWEEENY N1993R5

well

its tonight

you know

its my anniversary

im really happy

slash stoaned

jokes

not yet

shortly

i will be in

the company

of fucked up people

whom i love

including

alex delarge, vaporeon, a slut((jaclyn ;) <3),>

ELF. (cock is larger than actual height)

this is fucked up

oh no

axel needs to plug in his phone

W3 D01N SP333D TODAI

we shall remember this

happy annniversary friends

THE ELF BECAME A DR00000G

Blurry Eyes

I am 15 years old, I have experienced many things, and I can't wait to experience more.

I am raised in Canada where everything, essentially, is extremely easy for us. We have no idea what many other humans have suffered. We take things for granted, as we are told so often. So often I feel like my parents are ignorant sons of bitches that dont understand me. They care about me so much. I'm not starving. I'm not dying. I'm not working 12 hour days, I am receiving an education. Though I still constantly find myself hating them. Not for anything personal. For disallowing me to do things, which I know are bad for me.

Assholes.

Sm00th

Celos
pudo el amor ser distinto
redes
trampa mortal en mi camino
y en un café , un café de ciudad
me contaste otra vez tu destino

Celos
celos en suelo argentino
fiebre
y mi ilusión que se deshizo
mientras te burlas de mí en tu canción
no me puedo librar del hechizo

Nubes
nubes de sal y de hastío
dudas
pago por ver lo que he perdido
la capital te atrapó, te embriagó
en el triste ritual del olvido.

Mmm
pudo el amor ser distinto
mmm
crudo final discepoliano
y en un café, un café de verdad
cayó el último acorde del piano

F00d W1n.

ITS SO GOOD.

BRITISH PEOPLE

british people usually fail at life

especially the short ones.

oscarwins.

Welcome

Welcome to blogspot.

Welcome steven

I like that you welcomed yourself

Boy my world is warm.