This is your Life
November 20, 2009Here’s one of those pieces of literature that is sonegative, it’s actually inspiring:
“and you open the door
and you step inside
we’re inside our hearts
now imagine your pain
is a white ball of healing light
that’s right, feel your pain,
the pain itself,
is a white ball of healing light
i don’t think so
Where to begin
November 12, 2009My sister used to lecture me about “letting go” and “giving up”. “Letting go” means just setting a person free when you both know you deserve each other while “giving up” is just, well, giving up attempts at getting someone’s feelings. I always never listen which is why I always get hurt in my campaigns toward certain women. Now, I guess it’s time for me to accept that things just don’t work out the way we plan. So in accordance with my plan of “giving up” my campaign towards the 100% perfect girl, I’ll just go ahead and offer this song:
Where To Begin
Sail away, sail away with me
I don’t have a ship
But we could get one easily
Drift away, drift away with me
On the raft we’ll make of memories
On an ocean we can call forever more
Break away, break away from me
No forget that, just sit here and look at me
Summer’s day
Summer every day
And we watch the sunset come back up
And we know it’s never going down again
I’ve been saving up to buy more time with you
You’ve been living it up with someone else
And that’s okay
I know it and you know it too
I want to find
A piece of your mind
I want to see
Your make believe
I don’t want to try so hard
I make it hard for you to breathe
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Jump into the ocean
Leaving on a notion
If you’re caught up in the motion
Back track and do it again
And if you make it up
I could never get enough
Me and you together
But you’ve gotta tell me where to begin
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The Top 100 Things I’d Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord
November 10, 2009This is an article I’ve read from somewhere in the internet. I forgot where I found it, but kudos to the ones who made it:
The Top 100 Things I’d Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord
- My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear plexiglass visors, not face-concealing ones.
- My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
- My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell of my dungeon.
- Shooting is not too good for my enemies.
- The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragons of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.
- I will not gloat over my enemies’ predicament before killing them.
- When I’ve captured my adversary and he says, “Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?” I’ll say, “No.” and shoot him. No, on second thought I’ll shoot him then say “No.”
- After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks’ time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.
- I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled “Danger: Do Not Push”. The big red button marked “Do Not Push” will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will not clearly be labelled as such.
- I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum — a small hotel well outside my borders will work just as well.
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EPIC FAIL: Girl all the stalkers want
November 6, 2009Well, here’s another one of my cheap renditions of a song:
8 o’clock, Monday night and I’m dying
To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me.
Her name is *****, she’s Ms. nice and she’s annoying,
She wears short skirts, and I’m not quite sure what that means.
And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
And she wouldn’t notice me!
Cause she’s reading HP
Dreaming about smart guys
Listening to crack lectures
Green contacts on her eyes
It’s like a sad story,
She won’t look through me
If you were me, then you’d be
Screaming “Someone shoot me!”
As I fail miserably,
Trying to get the girl all the stalkers want.
She’s the girl all the stalkers want!
She likes the cute frogs and Daniel Radcliffe
Her freaking bookshelf’s full of books about vampiric fags
I wonder if she even thought me to be worthy
She’ll never know that I’m the best that she’ll ever have
