can a man walk on water?
swim without a falter?

the waves to come and go
flames sure to show
i dont even know
lets just see this garden grow

to stand is to fall
because to stand you need the fall
the pain wont wain
ya got nothing to gain
so let the fall commence, but wait there's a cane

it helps you up from the fall down
tells you to wipe of that horrendous frown
and just for laughs he wore the gown.

the laughter lasts through the night
with his body putting up a great fight
"tomorrow will be my last" he screams with all his might

he dies without a last breath
struggling to get his meth
now we celebrate his death

the man that helped you the most
didnt have that much to boast
so u sell his name as you give the toast

live your days with all his knowledge never given
ya wonder whats keeping you driven
from beyond the grave the man whispers "your forgiven"

If You Feel Like Dieing You Might Want To Sing!

story time

so this happened to me about a year or so ago and it was nice of the guy and kinda makes me like old people a little bit more but idk some can still be blah.

so i was walking home from school and i am just passing by the church and the guy asked me if i wanted a ride. i had never seen him before and i haven't seen him since to my knowledge (memory being horrible and all) he doesn't go to my church i don't kno him at all. i say sure throw my backpack in the trunk and go for a ride with him. we go down to close to my house he was the one that said ok i am only taking you this far and turned down Melissa and i got out got my bag and walked home. he was nice and all when most of the older people figure im going to kill them or something worse, and yes there are multiple things worse than death.
the end

I'm Thinking.......Please, Make It Stop

so i went shooting people today some good times a lot of bad times bu i guess that's war. in warring times one has to not care weather ur a good shot bad shot armless legless or sometimes headless it just matters that you go out fighting and the whole point its not that you kno your gonna lose its how long it takes you to lose and how many sons of bitches you can kill before hand. i think i would rather play shooter video games than real life cause real life hurts sure in this game u respond next round like video game once ur core/head is hit ur dead.

so i still have no money and no job i just might fall into the whole service industry which would probably mean cutting this hair i gots on my head. people says no but it is quit lengthy or maybe just start putting it into a ponytail more often, idk.

im gonna have to do papers soon to help me mom out cause father is away so might as well. at least chomp face is gone. that fucking dog scared the living shit out of me foe a good month or so. sure it never bit me but its bark just sounded like he ment business. that dog learned to get out of the garage by opening a windo just so he could bark at me. im sure there was one time the owner even let him out....hopefully they didnt kno i was out there or that wouldve been just plain mean.

Monday is a special day.

so Ive been dating this girl for about 11 months now and its going good i wish i could do more in relationship ways but fuck i aint good at talking or nothing just typing what the brain thinks. we are good in ways i like, very good ways i like....i still just wish i could do more. i look around and see all these faces, many places i see these faces, so many times i wish i was greater better but nope i aint. she usually asks me why her why did i choose to date her, i sorta stole my answer from "the ugly truth" cause love is a fucked up mistress that no one understands. i always have the question in my head why are you with me? you could have so much better than this. we all think we all write we don't all speak. i myself am probably one of those biggest advocates for the not speaking part. its easier to type my thoughts than say them out loud because saying them out loud means people might not hear them cause of a mumble of something and then there's the emotion behind i all. typing all it needs is grammerish and a person with eyes to read your language. i am no leader no hero no brain wiz no this special thing or that special thing the only thing that keeps me special is having her around (cheese is good shut up) sure people compliment me and all but i for like the first 15 years of my life i don't think people really ever cared what i did so i don't know what to ever say wen a true compliment comes floating around.

well i guess i should sleep now, and if i have said anything that may offend u listen to the guy at the end of a mid summers nights dream

words without meanings, meanings without words

here we are all n all
just waiting to pounce on the first to fall

we talk and own words we don't mean
even tho we all feel like fiends

we sing and we shout through silence so real
to make them look worse then they really feel

it must have kill to have started this
it must have kill to see us all pissed

just walking through these days
in the worlds heaviest haze

everything comes back to everyone that sees
everyone that hid the tiniest keys

we poor out colour just to see
though your just looking out for me

keep it all to your own mind
hiding it all from your kind

secrets to keep them safe from pain
these secrets make their trust wain
what are you trying to gain?

these are my thoughts about so far, they arent put in big paragraphs or anything just short 2 liners and a third. have fun with whatever day you read this. I'm colds.

garble bargle argle arg

throat feel like someone replaced it with 120 grit sandpaper. not that strong but strong enough to be very annoying. i find out tomorrow if it contagious or not, i hope not because last time i had it for about a month in grade 7, a horrible month that was. i remember waking around 1ish kinda being able to breath but wen i got to the bathroom it was really really hard to breath and i got to spend my morning in a hospital. i did find a good show tho unfortunately i cant remember the name of it.

i actually cleanedish my room i got so bored. i not fully done i have alot to do still. my house is getting cleaner in some places yet messier in others. i guess as you clean things other places get worse. watever its a good work in progress.

my sister keeps telling me i should go and take philosophy and stuff like it wen all i do is repeat myself about the same things over and over and over. it would be interesting tho to take philosophy even tho i dont really see myself as the smart person that others might be. we will see wat happens wen it happens.

happy thanksgiving everyone!

Sugary Crap

A gloriously awful foully beautiful thing sugary crap can be.

On a different note im gonna be stoning someone today yay! she tis be my wife.....for a while. oh and i got the august rush soundtrack thanks to rosie, its sooo good i love the music in that movie :D and the movie as well :D! If u have never seen it i will be dragging ur sorry ass down to the rental place and we shall be watching it weather u like movies or not.

its now winter and cold in my house and coincidentally everywhere else as well, just i dont have to live everywhere else. i think i shall be cracking out coat soon, although i am starting not to like it cause its soo big and poofy ya kinda get tired of that type of clothing after a while. if it starts snowing i will start wearing it again. There is a problem with this theory, the bloody rain. it gets everywhere, in my shoes soaking my hoodie so i need a better rain coat. i think wen i get better shoes i shall find a less poofy coat also, it shall be good.

they have made liquid jolly rogers. you know those little fruity candies? they are now in soft drink form at 7-11. shannon doesnt like it but i do.

my brain is really weird especially with dealling with reality. idk how to explain it. its just weird and uncomfortable wen it happens. it doesnt happen all the time. i wish it never happened at all. but u dont always get wat u want. there is a movie that matthew perry is in called numb, i shall find it and watch it soonish.
i tend to like movies about people with mental challenges idk why just do.

i think my train has stopped off at its station, i shall write again wen i get another ticket.

stories, songs and storms

i said last time i would tell u a story... well i stole this one from an emery song called from crib to coffin

I used to be a better man.
But the regret came, and here I am.
I used to walk outside my door.
But I don't go outside anymore

When will they carry me to my grave?
So I can pay for the things my hands have made.
Two sons will take my body
and place it in the ground.
And I hope they know to be nothing like me.
No nothing like me.

My Blood is tainted with bitterness.
I want it out, I want it out of me.
Oh, the taste of my inheritance.
How I have fallen, the hills will cover me.
You too will become weak.
You too will become weak.

The trees are green what happens when they turn dry.
The trees are green what happens when they turn dry.
We chose our words and threw them towards the sky.
The trees were green, now they have all turned dry.

There was a bird
whose wings were crushed by a windshield.
So fast to the ground,
the roadside it found as its eyes closed.
I heard the driver say as she pulled away,
"What could I have done? The worst is over."
I thought to myself with risk to our health.
No one ever offers help.

When we were boys
we chased through neighbors' fields.
We could run forever, and I swore to my friends,
their lives I would defend, as a superhero.
But age finds the lust and gives it your trust.
And begs your devotion in trade for discretion.
The years play out as days as those friends pass away.
But you are taken care of, there is always television.

hope u had fun with stolen storytime

its weird at work lately, lie everybody can see the storm approaching but is just sitting their waiting for it to hit.in their boredom they find anger. one of the easiest emotions to show. so its weird at work as if i dont want to ask people about things in fear of losing my head. the storm is going to hit at the end of this month, or maybe we will be in the eye by then.

Anyways, i have 3 courses for now until stagecraft starts up. i got woodwork, peer helping and art then i go home and do whatever. so this semester is going to be a lazy one but next semester is going to be annoying cause i will have to actually think on paper. very hard to do.

welp bed times