so it turns out i have two options in this thing that i am in. one: i could get money and see people on very irregular basis. or 2: see people on a regular basis without me ever having any money other than at rare times.
i am living in the one where i barely see people and i didn't know how much id miss them all. my brain and whole being is becoming a big fucking mess of a thing it gets better but then falls to a place where Nancy is created. yes Nancy u heard me right.
so get a soft cushion because it is story time about a duck tape arrow who was later named Nancy.
so work yesterday was very very hot cause a kitchen gets really hot in summerness. after i got off work i was gonna go hangout wit rose and so i did with heat and general tiredness so my head wasn't really alive or thinking like normally. she randomly ad a thing of tape so we made things with the tape such as I'm still wearing a ring thingy and a bracelet i made. she made ad arrow that we (very tiredly) threw at each other and later cause a how her mommy was watching called Nancy Nancy. Nancy's gender isn't male isn't female isn't both it is Nancy. Nancy is rose's creator as rose is Nancy's creator. Nancy is now stapled to rose's wall in commemoration of being made in this world, or something i guess.
it is tooo hot to think. so doing something is definitely more worse so i shall just sit here and ype very badly on my only day off till Sunday. so bye bye to all.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Screaming Infidelities
so this week is weird. especially if i did crack my little sisters wrist. i work every friggin night except Saturday but still. Monday was sketchy, i was woken up with "hey, the other guy didn't show up can u come in to work." i went, i did get good lasagna and then went home played civs with joshua then guess where i went after that. back to work. here is a poem thats kinda been in my head for a while and now i guess is the preview till i get better writers working inside my head.
Please
please steady my hand so i don't kill
please soften my heart so it works for others
please calm my head so it doesn't shutdown
please quicken my steps so i may move faster to u
i guess i could just leave it as is but idk we will see. oh to all u who are readers will be happyish to hear this, i am reading again. kinda stopped for a while but i have started again. i have started with the animorph series. it may be books from wen i was in grade 2 but they are still pretty good. my brother still has all the ones he had from his grade 5 year(which is around 50) so i figure if i read all the books and counting the ones i have already read i should be at the 100 books mark. but hell i aint going to make that mark till maybe grad.
glorious weirdness of my brain. it should be taken outside the chemical shed filled with a pint of whatever is laying around and then crawl back to where he/she? sleeps. it thinks too much about the stupidest things then it goes away i think i am safe but BANG it comes back with the same old crap.
i haven't slept good in a long time, i think it might have been last Saturday? so about a week or so. might have something to do with me staying up till 3or 4 and then sleeping till noonish, just maybe.
i have skittles right now hey usually cheer me up but not this time with their rainbow goodness. sad part is i don't even kno y i am depressed. for wen i look from the outside my lie is fan-fucking-tastic, bu right now i just wanna go and....i aint gonna do anything i just don't like it this bloody feeling. maybe if i went to a concert i could get it knocked out of me for a goodnight, maybe.
i leave u with quote i made ups
happiness stays till the lights turn off and the mirror is staring at your soul.
M8
Please
please steady my hand so i don't kill
please soften my heart so it works for others
please calm my head so it doesn't shutdown
please quicken my steps so i may move faster to u
i guess i could just leave it as is but idk we will see. oh to all u who are readers will be happyish to hear this, i am reading again. kinda stopped for a while but i have started again. i have started with the animorph series. it may be books from wen i was in grade 2 but they are still pretty good. my brother still has all the ones he had from his grade 5 year(which is around 50) so i figure if i read all the books and counting the ones i have already read i should be at the 100 books mark. but hell i aint going to make that mark till maybe grad.
glorious weirdness of my brain. it should be taken outside the chemical shed filled with a pint of whatever is laying around and then crawl back to where he/she? sleeps. it thinks too much about the stupidest things then it goes away i think i am safe but BANG it comes back with the same old crap.
i haven't slept good in a long time, i think it might have been last Saturday? so about a week or so. might have something to do with me staying up till 3or 4 and then sleeping till noonish, just maybe.
i have skittles right now hey usually cheer me up but not this time with their rainbow goodness. sad part is i don't even kno y i am depressed. for wen i look from the outside my lie is fan-fucking-tastic, bu right now i just wanna go and....i aint gonna do anything i just don't like it this bloody feeling. maybe if i went to a concert i could get it knocked out of me for a goodnight, maybe.
i leave u with quote i made ups
happiness stays till the lights turn off and the mirror is staring at your soul.
M8
Friday, July 17, 2009
I'm the guy that dies in the beginning of the movie
i think i might go crazy here.
for one there is nothing to do at this time of night. and two at this time i kinda get twitchy. its really weird idk y but if people sawded me they would probably question the whole twitchy fingersness. i think i shall call it hyperness of the night like around midnight. lol i love spell check wen they totally wrong it really funny sometimes. i am making my last poem into a lullaby, i shall not sing cause i make babys cry(literally). i don think i have told u the two babys o have made cry. they are both Andrew Evans babys, one was not my fault the othe i flew into i swear, not the baby u weird thinkers.
so we shall start with how i made the girl cry.
i had this thing a while ago that wen i get pretend shot that i fly back and pretend to be dead. so i would do this. there was this time that i was shot at church, upstairs, where all the chairs are. so as i would i flew back. i landed on a row that just so happens Nelia and the little girl were sitting on. it shook her up pretty goodly. i dont think i have flow since really. i miss flying.
ok now for the boy
this was not my fault, i blame my face(it makes boys cry). ok so every person that was upstairs in the church was around a carrier hat had the boy in it. it looked at everyone but me. so this went on for a little while, at some point my sister Rachel decided to say words to the kid. "look at the scary man look at the scar man." u could see in slow motion real time the look of ear that spread across that kids face as he slowly turned his head to look at me, then he stared to cry. his mother said it was cause he was tired, i blame my face.
i love musicians
if i could play like they do i wouldn't do anything else bu play and learn and play somemore. i could just sit listening to a guy playing away on his guitar forever, that would be a part of my heaven. piano is good too. but i have more random encounters with guitar players. there was this time during the summer me and my dad were taking he ferry to go to the mainland. he needed to use the bathroom so i followed because he would be weird and loss me. outside the bathroom was this amazing guitar player. i just sat and waited for my dad to get out of the bathroom and listened to his guitar it was awesome he didnt stop at anytime just kept playing i lovd it soo much. i dislike it wen they stop and change then keep playing just keep playing and change along the way man.
well my hypers is leaving so i go and do other stuffs now and next time i play with spell check so fun fun
for one there is nothing to do at this time of night. and two at this time i kinda get twitchy. its really weird idk y but if people sawded me they would probably question the whole twitchy fingersness. i think i shall call it hyperness of the night like around midnight. lol i love spell check wen they totally wrong it really funny sometimes. i am making my last poem into a lullaby, i shall not sing cause i make babys cry(literally). i don think i have told u the two babys o have made cry. they are both Andrew Evans babys, one was not my fault the othe i flew into i swear, not the baby u weird thinkers.
so we shall start with how i made the girl cry.
i had this thing a while ago that wen i get pretend shot that i fly back and pretend to be dead. so i would do this. there was this time that i was shot at church, upstairs, where all the chairs are. so as i would i flew back. i landed on a row that just so happens Nelia and the little girl were sitting on. it shook her up pretty goodly. i dont think i have flow since really. i miss flying.
ok now for the boy
this was not my fault, i blame my face(it makes boys cry). ok so every person that was upstairs in the church was around a carrier hat had the boy in it. it looked at everyone but me. so this went on for a little while, at some point my sister Rachel decided to say words to the kid. "look at the scary man look at the scar man." u could see in slow motion real time the look of ear that spread across that kids face as he slowly turned his head to look at me, then he stared to cry. his mother said it was cause he was tired, i blame my face.
i love musicians
if i could play like they do i wouldn't do anything else bu play and learn and play somemore. i could just sit listening to a guy playing away on his guitar forever, that would be a part of my heaven. piano is good too. but i have more random encounters with guitar players. there was this time during the summer me and my dad were taking he ferry to go to the mainland. he needed to use the bathroom so i followed because he would be weird and loss me. outside the bathroom was this amazing guitar player. i just sat and waited for my dad to get out of the bathroom and listened to his guitar it was awesome he didnt stop at anytime just kept playing i lovd it soo much. i dislike it wen they stop and change then keep playing just keep playing and change along the way man.
well my hypers is leaving so i go and do other stuffs now and next time i play with spell check so fun fun
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
So Long and Thanks For All The Fish
i kinda started to come up with this idea for a poem while try to sleep beside laura, that was a really bad sleep btw but hell here is the poem that came in and edited a little. idk i think lost interest in the end tho.
Sleep Tight
sleep tight, sleep tight, my sweet little knight,
For you have battled and won the great fight,
now oh now is time for good night.
sleep tight, sleep tight, my working dear,
tonight you shall sleep with nothing to fear,
I shall protect you so shed not one tear.
sleep tight, sleep tight, my beautiful little one,
today is a day where you had lots of fun,
now you should go to bed, say goodbye to the sun.
good night, good night, my sweet little knight.
ok so i lied before i changed it while typing it i think it is better now and tats all i have to say for now so good night
Sleep Tight
sleep tight, sleep tight, my sweet little knight,
For you have battled and won the great fight,
now oh now is time for good night.
sleep tight, sleep tight, my working dear,
tonight you shall sleep with nothing to fear,
I shall protect you so shed not one tear.
sleep tight, sleep tight, my beautiful little one,
today is a day where you had lots of fun,
now you should go to bed, say goodbye to the sun.
good night, good night, my sweet little knight.
ok so i lied before i changed it while typing it i think it is better now and tats all i have to say for now so good night
Words + Actions = ?
what means more words or actions? words have many meanings while action can last for seconds. neither are more important or even less important for if either is done to spite they both hurt. and if either is done in true true love it is felt ever much as great. but then wen the are both combined words totally co-mingled with actions to the perfect point in all truth this is where we find the greatest deeds a human can accomplish.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
You Smell Like Rotten Computers
so my friend posted this up on facecrap, and i liked it so i am going to post his poem here because not many of you know him.
Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts?
As a matter of fact, how about three?
One penny for you, one penny for me,
And one penny for our minds engaged not so sexually.
Getting intimately closer as we approach the
Climatic altitude of nude, mental, sensational… conversation.
Because I’m trying to get to know everything about you
From the neck… UP.
So these are not your typical, sexual, poetical prose.
I’m trying to close the door on that all too firmiliar freaky foreplay game.
With which most guys have chose to approach you.
While they are trying to get deeply inbedded
In the fine fibers of your bedsheets,
I’m trying to find and define the fibers of which your mind speaks.
I want to engage you
By putting a two karat solitaire diamond ON YOUR MIND
Marrying your every thought!
I want to lick every inch of every crevasse
So I can get an oral fix from each oriface
And taste you passionate IMAGINATION.
I’d rather be naked and exposed, holding you
As we’re lying and you’re crying
While confiding and describing the tough times you’ve had in life
And how you don’t know
If you can keep a relationshop long enough to be somebody’s wife.
I wanna feel the heartbeat of all your inner rhythms
As they lead me toward your warm, wet, waterfalls of feminine thoughts.
…And I’ll swin in them.
From backstroaks, to breaststrokes,
I’m penetrating every entrance… to your mind.
Taking my time to find out everything about you.
Did I ever tell you about how you
Fell asleep in my presence?
And your mere essance
Kept me awake for hours
As I cowered with this feeling
Of sexually unadulterated mental connection?
And as you lay by my side
I pushed the blinds aside
And took the time in the moonlight of that night
To count 72 eyelashes
On the upper eyelid of your right eye!
Because when you sleep
Your eyes remain open slightly.
And while we probably moves in too quickly into some sexual stuff
I’ve always cared more about the expilicity illicitness
That came from between you lips.. meaning your voice.
So now I am standing here
Ready to trade in all the sexual acts that we’ve preformed
For the chance to reform the very foundation
And the basis of our relationship.
So I reiterate my opening statement
And I offer you another penny for your thoughts!
by James Micheal Berkey Sat at 1:08pm
its interesting
Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts?
As a matter of fact, how about three?
One penny for you, one penny for me,
And one penny for our minds engaged not so sexually.
Getting intimately closer as we approach the
Climatic altitude of nude, mental, sensational… conversation.
Because I’m trying to get to know everything about you
From the neck… UP.
So these are not your typical, sexual, poetical prose.
I’m trying to close the door on that all too firmiliar freaky foreplay game.
With which most guys have chose to approach you.
While they are trying to get deeply inbedded
In the fine fibers of your bedsheets,
I’m trying to find and define the fibers of which your mind speaks.
I want to engage you
By putting a two karat solitaire diamond ON YOUR MIND
Marrying your every thought!
I want to lick every inch of every crevasse
So I can get an oral fix from each oriface
And taste you passionate IMAGINATION.
I’d rather be naked and exposed, holding you
As we’re lying and you’re crying
While confiding and describing the tough times you’ve had in life
And how you don’t know
If you can keep a relationshop long enough to be somebody’s wife.
I wanna feel the heartbeat of all your inner rhythms
As they lead me toward your warm, wet, waterfalls of feminine thoughts.
…And I’ll swin in them.
From backstroaks, to breaststrokes,
I’m penetrating every entrance… to your mind.
Taking my time to find out everything about you.
Did I ever tell you about how you
Fell asleep in my presence?
And your mere essance
Kept me awake for hours
As I cowered with this feeling
Of sexually unadulterated mental connection?
And as you lay by my side
I pushed the blinds aside
And took the time in the moonlight of that night
To count 72 eyelashes
On the upper eyelid of your right eye!
Because when you sleep
Your eyes remain open slightly.
And while we probably moves in too quickly into some sexual stuff
I’ve always cared more about the expilicity illicitness
That came from between you lips.. meaning your voice.
So now I am standing here
Ready to trade in all the sexual acts that we’ve preformed
For the chance to reform the very foundation
And the basis of our relationship.
So I reiterate my opening statement
And I offer you another penny for your thoughts!
by James Micheal Berkey Sat at 1:08pm
its interesting
Sunday, July 5, 2009
There's nothing ever wrong but nothing's ever right, Such a cruel contradiction
Hey Fogert,
well it turns out i started working today..Yay? i dont kno, i kno u hate working, right fogert i mean no one has ever even seen u. its not like u try to hide or anything they just are looking too hard or maybe not even hard enough. i dont even think ur real fogert but i guess i made u real. so now that he is real he needs a face place and possibly a body. but my mind is scrabble from doing the whole standing and moving quickly for 4 and a half hours, the half hour was me scarfing down a bacon cheese burger, and by scarffing i mean chew chew swallow repeat. job is ok but it gets really busy wen u least expect it to then ur fucked cause u thought u could rest. im still learning alot of crap but it all worksout so far my washing dishes hassnt gotten any complain. my hair is still greasy...EWWWWWW. meh i'll wash it after i shave some of my beard off, i should get on that anyways.
HAPPY CANADA DAY
celebrate it how u will i celebrated it by hanging out at a house, watchin a movie, then going to see fireworks, then waiting for hell to freeze over....i mean a bus to come to take us all home. wen one finally did come it was a smaller one and everyone was crammed into it as if it were the worlds largest clown car. i did learn a new rendition to hey jude tho. in the part where they are going nana na na na na hey hey shoot me! a girl was singing that one the first bus that got puked on. after the fireworks we ran into a guy asking or change he said all bluntly-like "i need it to either buy some food or pot, which ever comes first." i figured hell why not give this guy some money i was hungry too but i had that covered wen i got home, so i think i gave the guy a good 3.50 not that sure how much the others gave hime but whatever. there was also this lady with her cart i just started talking to her and she gave me the knowledge that she shouldve taken her acid a little later because those fireworks were too short to fully enjoy in ur own proper mind, i agreed with her.they were better than sidney's of corse but they were alot shorter so it kinda evened out in the end.
I watched this pretty epic movie recently called equilibrium, batman A.K.A. christian bale, is pretty much duel weilding pistols throughout the whole movie. its about this time where we found a drug that stripped humans of all emotion and so preventing war, but there was resistance because they destroyed EVERYTHING that made people feel or have emotion towards it. it is amazing a guy gets his face chopped off and all soi have it till thursday if anyone wants to watch it. i also watched public enemies(that was the movie i watched on canada day) it was funny cause there was this whole emotional part where a guy was dieing and it was all slowmo and quiet and someones cellulat device went off with a little kids song going off it took quite alot for me not to burst out laughing more than i was. i also recently watched reign of fire or at least began to watch it we never actually finished because some devices were crapping up, whatever it wouldve ended good.
so the laptop i am using is losing its letter keys, first the f button then the escape and now the t is disappearing, very unfortunate.
crap, u kno wat i just relized. i cant stay up late anymore i have to actually sleep on good times like before 12am, dang.
so for the last while before i knew i had a job i was helping my dad mud a house for drywall last time i helped him was friday. during that time a deer literally came like right past the window 2-3 times, unfortunately i couldnt clean my hands and get cell phone camera out before deer disappeared.:( my advice if anyone asks if u can help drywalling is dont wear clothes u dont want derty, or white.
i need to go to a concert to get my head hit around for a bit in the mosh pit. i miss the pit its soo much fun, i call whimps for all who have never gon e into a mosh pit, i also call whimps for those who have never gone into a mosh pit without knowing anyone in the mosh pit.
it seems i stopped poetry without wanting to but i guess it just sortof happened. i dont want to force it tho because then it turns to crap, pretty rhyming crap but crap nontheless.
heres where i stop writing or i will start rhyming just to contradict my old words, they flutter around like birds, damnit i am still rhyming with words. FOGERT SAVE ME!!!!
well it turns out i started working today..Yay? i dont kno, i kno u hate working, right fogert i mean no one has ever even seen u. its not like u try to hide or anything they just are looking too hard or maybe not even hard enough. i dont even think ur real fogert but i guess i made u real. so now that he is real he needs a face place and possibly a body. but my mind is scrabble from doing the whole standing and moving quickly for 4 and a half hours, the half hour was me scarfing down a bacon cheese burger, and by scarffing i mean chew chew swallow repeat. job is ok but it gets really busy wen u least expect it to then ur fucked cause u thought u could rest. im still learning alot of crap but it all worksout so far my washing dishes hassnt gotten any complain. my hair is still greasy...EWWWWWW. meh i'll wash it after i shave some of my beard off, i should get on that anyways.
HAPPY CANADA DAY
celebrate it how u will i celebrated it by hanging out at a house, watchin a movie, then going to see fireworks, then waiting for hell to freeze over....i mean a bus to come to take us all home. wen one finally did come it was a smaller one and everyone was crammed into it as if it were the worlds largest clown car. i did learn a new rendition to hey jude tho. in the part where they are going nana na na na na hey hey shoot me! a girl was singing that one the first bus that got puked on. after the fireworks we ran into a guy asking or change he said all bluntly-like "i need it to either buy some food or pot, which ever comes first." i figured hell why not give this guy some money i was hungry too but i had that covered wen i got home, so i think i gave the guy a good 3.50 not that sure how much the others gave hime but whatever. there was also this lady with her cart i just started talking to her and she gave me the knowledge that she shouldve taken her acid a little later because those fireworks were too short to fully enjoy in ur own proper mind, i agreed with her.they were better than sidney's of corse but they were alot shorter so it kinda evened out in the end.
I watched this pretty epic movie recently called equilibrium, batman A.K.A. christian bale, is pretty much duel weilding pistols throughout the whole movie. its about this time where we found a drug that stripped humans of all emotion and so preventing war, but there was resistance because they destroyed EVERYTHING that made people feel or have emotion towards it. it is amazing a guy gets his face chopped off and all soi have it till thursday if anyone wants to watch it. i also watched public enemies(that was the movie i watched on canada day) it was funny cause there was this whole emotional part where a guy was dieing and it was all slowmo and quiet and someones cellulat device went off with a little kids song going off it took quite alot for me not to burst out laughing more than i was. i also recently watched reign of fire or at least began to watch it we never actually finished because some devices were crapping up, whatever it wouldve ended good.
so the laptop i am using is losing its letter keys, first the f button then the escape and now the t is disappearing, very unfortunate.
crap, u kno wat i just relized. i cant stay up late anymore i have to actually sleep on good times like before 12am, dang.
so for the last while before i knew i had a job i was helping my dad mud a house for drywall last time i helped him was friday. during that time a deer literally came like right past the window 2-3 times, unfortunately i couldnt clean my hands and get cell phone camera out before deer disappeared.:( my advice if anyone asks if u can help drywalling is dont wear clothes u dont want derty, or white.
i need to go to a concert to get my head hit around for a bit in the mosh pit. i miss the pit its soo much fun, i call whimps for all who have never gon e into a mosh pit, i also call whimps for those who have never gone into a mosh pit without knowing anyone in the mosh pit.
it seems i stopped poetry without wanting to but i guess it just sortof happened. i dont want to force it tho because then it turns to crap, pretty rhyming crap but crap nontheless.
heres where i stop writing or i will start rhyming just to contradict my old words, they flutter around like birds, damnit i am still rhyming with words. FOGERT SAVE ME!!!!
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