The one joy in life, and our little mistakes.

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~Our Loving Cycle Of Envy~

Though our tastes may change,
Like a wind through the trees,
And some different folks jog,
Through the passions of life,
So many still hold,
To our stories plain told,
Now we float through the clouds,
Of our glimmering rights.

Take no hostages,
Take what you need,
Some food and some water,
Survival's best seed,
And the second you find,
Your needs have been filled,
We'll pray that you're hated,
And hope that you're killed.



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(PLEASE read my first entry if you haven't already. You have no right to complain about the content of my entries by agreeing to my terms, you MUST read the first entire post if you're likely to be offended by me not caring if someone I don't know (especially a human) dying or if your fucking milk spills all over your fu...I meeeean...eh...Just read the damn post god damnit! This post may or may not contain violence, nudity, sexual themes, extremely fuckali5\-\ously and excessively cute pokemon, offensive language, threats, blood, gore, religious throw downs (not often), mentionings of random illegal shit (of course, legal mentions), explanations and guides on how to do horrible things that may or may not be slightly illegal depending on how literal I decide to be, and of course the occasional stalker get-together where we all party like happy little bitches and poke naked statues of Egyptian gods, soon after being chained up behind a toiletry in Iraq and raped.)


So my day's all good so far. We picked up our copy of Harry Potter and my mom brought home donuts (no, not that tasteless krispy kreme shit they sell now...), and then I got around to biking for around an hour and showering. (of course after watching One Piece on Fox...lame, but interesting. @_@)


I've recently found that I have an extreme split personality. (well, for some I've explained it differently, and I still hold to that explanation. This is just for the mundane lil' fag-lets running around my LJ wondering what the hell I'm moody over. : D)

For instance, right this second I'm in my witty, hyper, dangerous, happy, uncaring, unnoticing, loving-cute-ass-things mode. Later I may be in my dark, quiet, mean, still uncaring, still dangerous, artistic, and absurdly-deep-thinking mode.

Wellllll, still in a great mood, so I'm going to leave this post here, and create a new one in a couple of minutes to a couple of hours to whenever the HELL I want, so I'll be right back with my pokemon cards.

*is stared at*

What in the hell are YOU staring at? A Junior in high school weighing in at an athletic (hahaha...*cough*...mmm...) 180~lbs is definitely allowed to take the card game winning virginity of a 10 year old in Toys R Us, so stfu. *takes offense* And maybe you're wondering if I meant virginity, or "virginity"...I didn't mean sexual virginity, and if that's the only type, I just farking made another one, so get off of my case. To the feds: JA!!! J00 SMELL LIKE ASS!! LOOK! LOOK AT THAT! I BET YOU'RE READING THIS AND THINKING "This guy's insane! He's a wacko! I'ma find a reason to get him!" and I have one thing to say...when you stand up, from now until the day you lose all of that stomach weight, you'll feel every ounce of fat on your jiggle and feel bad about your physical appearance, and then you'll eat more food and store half of it as fat!
Or will you? Or DO you? Well I'll let you decide.

*Conspiraticalness ensues*
*The folding and hanging of unattractively and manditorilly wear enforced cloths ensues*

I hate cloths...damn cloths...but then again, where would my collection of shit go with them? No one knows, but under wear is the ultimate uncomfortable clothing item. Damn underwear, I'm making a poem about it sometime, and you'll read it, because everyone knows if it's crappy you'll read it to make sure it is.