Well, Good

Gorillaz - DARE. Lyrics here
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Oh I will become what I deserve.

Now that we just found the last of the small clues, let us go find all of the big ones.

I love you
But now I miss you

Is this love
Is love this
Love this is
Love is this
This love is
This is love

Oh what a wonderful world it is outside
When I can feel the day pass through sleeves of banded rays from the sun
Casting over me, you, listening to a bathing child

I can surely remember that there is such a thing called brightness
That blinds me but besides thee I feel most gay
Time after time I number off
But it is only this little game we play

My face folds like a gentle brush

Oh my rapport, my Rabbit, Fickle you complete me so.

Irate

It's okay, it's just the drug. It will be over in a minute.
Time is slow and focused, my mind is pacing acutely
Numbers tell me when it is good or bad, they mean everything
And in between there is nothing, but an eye locked and me, lost in my memory's dream

Don't bounce me that high

If you give it an input, it will give you an output

You know I have told you before

Yes watch my jaw fall to the floor

It doesn't surprise me you swore

Yet here we are again, aside the door

You know, it was all of your fault insight

No it was not, you take it back I might

Hey, hey, hey we could make quite the fight

But don't you think it better not to awake the night

You know you cast into orbit when you emit right

True, true, alright, good sight but you gotta admit

It would have been a delightful fit to the end of the bit
If I should say you swing like a girl with a whit mitt

Scrawl
I test you
I erase you
You finally
Come through
You mind me
You mind you
I silently
Decide new
The common mind
The see all view

If she will take it in the butt

She is worth a fuck

You asshole

No, your asshole

Who are you talking to? (Sarcastically when found talking aloud to oneself.)
Nobody, just talking to you
To who
Quit talking
Why are we talking
Why do I keep talking
I said quit
Quit what
You know what I am talking about
Obviously I don't, or I wouldn't have asked
I said quit talking
Okay gees no need to scream, everything will be okay
I said shut it
Yes ma'am
/points finger
/zips mouth

Balloon filled with water changes the view when looked through of a boy on the other side taking a bath. There are sieges of adventures to be had playing in the tub. Bubbles full of rainbows, the oils color the windows of the vision spectrum. Toys become life, lost in mind we take to the water; it sinks into us, and we wake in a world of imagination.

You have a magic heart
One that calls me baby
I knew everything from the start
But that doesn't keep me from thinking maybe
I will just ask this young man here he may know
Do you know my sister Emmagene she is my all
Does she know I am here and just when will you wake me
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He looks at me with knowing eyes, I see those nights, blue birds, silvery sky
And I know
We have to go out there, and watch these things

And that was just an onion dude

It is not just lines you are reading
Off the end of your nose
That end casually defiant
Leaving you with wanting more
It's this..

Well, Good

Don't catechize me

My girl is going to be

Where do you want me to..

I want you to explore me

Explore you

Yes, explore my body, come upon my under

Well I have never heard it quite like that 

Aren't you supposed to be exploring

Yes ma'am, I'll be back in a bit with the

Go

..27 seconds later..

That is some good shit

Wrong hole genius

/shrugs

Put me to sleep my mudda with song

I seep through her cheeks

Our words whittle along  

 I lead my eyes soon be closed to sleep

 I drop into the deeeep

 Lavender Soliloquist Dream

PG-13

Why are we going this way?

So I'm trying to write a piece for Spoken Word.. and I'm having difficulties. My main problem is my lack of confidence in what ideas are keepers and which are not. I can and do write tons of just little bits of lines down, but do they make a story? In most cases no. And this is discouraging me to indulge more into it. My basic idea is that I want the piece to be about me and my conflicting angel and devil play out. My inner dialogue written on paper and then preformed aloud. You see I have these voices in my head that can have conversations when I'm daydreaming, there aren't any concrete characters but rather the same actors playing a collage of personae. Although now that I think about it, I haven't named them with any sort of defining personal characteristics.. I just knew, if that makes any sense. I'll start noting those things and keep you posted.  I want to do it in a way where I lose my rage and kinda go crazy. I want it to be a very powerful performance. I just have to get the dialogue right, and in a way that conveys some sort of redeeming message. That is where it gets sticky. Because I want to be talking to myself, while simultaneously be talking at the audience. I want them to feel horrendous pressure in their chest, I want it to be profound. In theory it is a grand concept, but I have to write it all first and then step up to the massive plate, and give it a go. Hopefully I won't swing and amiss. As far as everything written below, pappa ain't happy. It be shit. However, the grind goes on.

You've got to be insane Taylor

This is my my command, Make a stand!

You've pushed me to this people!
I say this as true
You would do nothing to me, but do what you do

Call me out to see a crowd
When all I do is stare at the ground
Scared of those eyes that speak the truth
It is latent how you come into view

When you see eyes that never blink
So raw it will make you think
What are they thinking, are our thoughts linked

Is it just me, or (are) we all going crazy

The Fires of Hell can't even live down here boy
Because I pitched you into the waters o(f bubbly)' boil

You just fell in, and roared laughter in retort

If mama can't bitch, mama ain't happy.


Not in front of the devil woman, not in front of the devil. May it be too evil?.. Does he make me say these words to you or is it my own wickedness? Is it from my own disclosed wretchedness? Is it all from my own corrupted mind?

Life is just a motion in play . . . it is summer in the night with the full moon on the horizon, shining through it . . . is reflected the following good morning to be.

You wouldn't think that, I don't mean people.

I feel very bestial. There is crazy in here head. It feels good when you do good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I don't know who said it.
I don't want you to walk away from me and be all okay. I want you to miss me, and if you do come back to me someday if I don't find you first I will hold you. It will be okay then.

For Taurus', life is just a crap shoot

Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds cry, oh what a wonderful feeling "why oh why." Someday I think I'll wish upon a star and question why oh why you are so far.. come closer to me-eee.

Not now, it is too fine. Not now, is it too fine?

No smoke until it is all clear.

Don't yuck my yum.

Chronic Stupidity

The empty vastness is smothering me

Girls can't be Frank. It's a guy's name for a reason.

Your only friend, the end

Pour poor rainbows

If my heart could write songs they'd sound like these.

Joy to the world, life is just like magic

Intrinsic

Simple times in May, lovely times in June
Because I know her eyes are closed too

Frankly my dear I don't give a damn.

You play ball like a girl.

I'm done of you.

I have not come, I have not come, I have just begun. I have not come just to be another one, I have come to be someone. Thunk.

Dink Woods

Titles for my future big hits (crosses fingers).. Lion King and Shut-Up. Short list but I'll get back to you.

Take me back to where I can stand it, take me back near home. I know there but not out here, where I feel most alone. Take me back oh God of please, where I am still surely known. Take me back oh God please, for now I just don't know.

I helped him/her off.

"Pleasing to the eye." --- Did this phrase come from cyclops?

Rotation
There are these machine-like beings that turn the clocks of the written
Don't be afraid to turn a new page

I don't want mail.



Pink Floyd - Goodbye Blue Sky. Lyrics here

--- The next half page or so are some lines I found out of two YouTube videos. I left parts out, edited others. It's all real life dialogue by the way, none of it is scripted. I say this knowing you will probably just end up being confused at the end anyway.

Human Crossbow
Damnit, I can notice something. I feel something (fucking) going on. Either outside or I'm inside something.

It's Justin, I'm here with you.

Who the - ? What the - ? FUCK! Who is? Who said? Godamnit.
I don't know who the fuck you are ,but I feel that(like) I am supposed to know. I can't see anything, the other side. I can't see anything, triangular, look at him there, the other side.
I feel I am in a crossbow. My knees are bent over there.
I felt that was a far away island, and there(they're) over this ocean.
Who? Is there shit over to the island?
WTF?

It's just a kitty cat

Oh shit dude, they got to him
Fuck man, He-Man lost his panthers
Attacking my fucking village get her off
They are my people, damn right
Wait, hold on.
I hit some Salvia but damn I can't get out.
Alright, um.
Dude I'm tripping
Oh, OK none of that just happened

You are all good

Alright never mind that was- Yeah but I can't get the cave off my face though.

The cable?

No! The Cave.

Oh, do you want me to help you get it off? Will you freak out?

No, just don't, just leave the cave there because (like), It's the only thing that came with Stallone.
I got some people to remember.
It's getting hot cause I ain't seen shit for the past some years
All the King's horses? They left.

It's been about 6 minutes

Damn dude, Oh.. 6 minutes? What are you talking about?
The only thing conscious of me is my mouth
Umm, hmm, hard.
I feel like the guy you see at movies who can only use his arms.
Okay never mind my lips aren't fall.
I am slowly slipping back into reality
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Mt. Mogul(Man out of his face)

Be more mottling minded
Bind you with the M-word.
You here for rall shall talk taxi-man, you hereby stand binded(bound) by the M-word.
You middling mindly monologuing
I bind you, I stop you, I stopped you meddling mindless. The M Master. You are going to get mingled this time. You mendly, modeling man. Get mean, get middley
Don't get me, get mastered                                   1
Don't get mean, get nasty                                     2 He said one of the three.
Don't get me, get mass(t)y                                    3
Hellow Miguel mommy
But people are middle of mind all the time. I meagle you, mind you, a little line
Most people open mind a little
Be more mottle minded
D-d-d-de-e-detest these things, come on now be reasonable be more real
I have stumbled across the meaning of mife is mad. It is the meaning of all life, M.
What am I doing here taxing my, I have to be in your life, in my middly, mottley, mind
Oh middly minded mayhem.
This is most unmettly of you.
M is the meaning of leaving.
M is the meaning of things(these), I knew it. The fucking M.
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The Lunacy, Savage Dream
The Linking Sapient Dream
The Liquid Sensations Dream

And all these powers to be, Pisces

I stand up fearfully.

It is crazy to think that I could reciprocate this exact good feeling inside
Crying tears of amber

God give me that please, I want some more heat, you want some more leet
Talk to me, seek me, leak me
Beat, beat, beat
Let me feel that beat, make me dance it

Time is not alone if you are the one having the fun
Explore it, be it, live through me
Dance the night away I pray, I pray
May, may, may.. I say it over and over

Listen to me, beam me, continue me
Hit play, fool me, say why thee fuck not?
We feel so great anyway, so what the hey?
Just cruise, and muse the night away

They have big thumbs

This writing is what I come down to. If my ego would say nothing else, it would say that I want to write. But what if I end up no good? What would I do with myself? I'd never be satisfied fully unless I was a successful writer. This is the only thing I have going for myself that I am remotely better than most at.. but what if even then I never get anywhere? Where are my "great pieces" that make my name? Huh? Gah. I guess in time, I hope, I tender.

The finger devil sign comes out where you have the person at the heart. Despite the sign representing "evil", they express it almost in a brotherly instinctual way to get across the feeling of pure passion or to get recognition of appeasement. Twhat?

Ebony and Ivory

Playing music over the vacuum is a waste of the music
... it is for background noise man
Then it isn't really music then.

The Pisces mind their bend

Are you on a drug of some kind?
Yeah it is called life and I am loving it.

Oh what a wonderful world it is outside
When I can feel the day pass alright
Through the sleeves of banded rays from the sun
Casting over me, you, listen to a bathing child

I live in the desert, I live in the mountains, I am big, my mind is big
 
Just don't wear red is all I ask
Blue lily is just a clover

I have over-spoken

I hurt my flirt on you
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I promise the next blog will have thicker pieces.

ThoughtFul Happy Daze

Bright Eyes - Going for the gold. Lyrics here.

I guess I can't understand your way God. How you can be so giving and taking, and still be right?

              I feel that I am experiencing something that most are not. I believe that I have some insight on about this world and to whatever lays beyond it. In short terms, there is definitely something bigger than us out there. Whether or not you believe they are omnipotence/ omniscience/ omnipresence/ or etcetera... they truly do exist; it's not just us. 

             Now to each their own, because we all know that this is a sticky conversation.. a lot of feelings and ideas come about, but the key point I want to stress is this: If an idea is logical, and provable, and/or non-disprovable... then give the idea a chance, and not rule it out. That's all I'm asking. No one can prove that this all works one way and not another; this is all speculation. Have a little imagination people, and stay open-minded. Respect each other's ideas, like you would like your own to be respected.  

              I may be a bit jumpy in this writing, because this is really all just a string-train of thoughts. Basically all I want to accomplish is that you as a person believe that there is more.. really just poking at the Atheist out there with that. How could there not be more? Gah. Oh another thing, if you have a problem, comment, question or what have you.. please by all means let us have at it. Know that I won't be able or rather don't want to nitpick too much and cover all the "what if's" or "wait now I don't get how's" or "what did you mean's". We are here for some reason, there is a higher power out there.. life happens, we die, we move on.. in some fashion; we move on to the next "stage" or "level." We were not here forever.

You are able to live on by surviving through the windows to our hearts.

            While we are here I think it is our purpose to learn, to grow, and to expand. When life gives you lemons, you are able to make lemonade. Not saying you have to search for every "silver-lining" or reason, but they do exist. I mean really, how often have you searched for a needle in a haystack? You'd kill yourself. I guess that's how magnets first became popular eh? Everyone losing their needles in their haystacks... hate it when that happens. 

See that glass half full.

 “Nobody is completely useless – if nothing else, you can always serve as a bad example.”

              Karma, does exist. At least at it can be seen always as a perfectly balanced-fashioning system. Every action, has an equal and opposite reaction. If I haven't said it all ready, Everything happens for a reason. Some call it the "Butterfly Effect." One choice affects all of the others.

                You can't describe great cosmic significance to a simple earthy event. Coincidence is all it ever is. And most moments go ignored. But we are making history here people, it's all about are you willing to take the time to observe. Every moment anyone has ever experienced, or have never experienced...happened because of a chain events leading up to that
 end result. Of course it is easy to see an example like: You never brush your teeth, and you end up with gingivitis.

Run Shaw, run, fiddle that tongue

Cast your ears down out of sight

Run Shaw, run, twiddle your thumbs

Flight Boy!, Flight!

Talk Show, talks, Eve crumbles Eden

Futures fly past after mumbling "Eaten"

Fingers taste bitter sweetness of succumbed yum

Talk Show, talks, so we have become, we have become

Do you think the reason Asians have slanted eyes is because the sun rises in the East?

I can't explain how I am feeling right now, I.. it's too complex. I feel like a string of paradoxes, tangled in loops; everything has a different meaning, but it all means the same. I just can't get away from it. I feel like I am alone in space.. don't get me wrong, it's a great view, and I can see everyone from out here, but I feel isolated. Maybe it's just me playing tricks on myself, and I'm just a fool. In hindsight I'll know that I can't complain too much. I take great pride in my personality, and I build who I am. I'm not always happy with myself, but everyone has their problems right? Fix them. Do Et! Nowz. Please? Okay, good. Thanks, bye.

What does that really mean? Why do we say it? Why not have a good rest of your life? ? ? WHY SAY HAVE A GOOD DAY? I just don't get it.. do you? You do? Shit dawg, teach me. Oh.. what's that? I ain't your dawg? Hell.. even Jesus is my dawg. He treats me right, why can't you? Boo hoo? Fool. Cap yo'self.

^--- For that I have no excuse.

I'd like to think that it is a bit more personal to say day, it lets the mind focus on a shorter increment of time rather than all of one's future. The brain can only handle so much until it becomes inefficient, this is what separates the vital from the unnecessary, and where things tend to go not the way you expected. I start over here and end over here, it just doesn't make sense. Some would call it finding ways to occupy your time waiting on a queue to pop. /shrugs. Just another day in the life of Taylor.

You are bigger than me

The feeling is just so welling

Sorry that it is so thick

It sounds like a good cover for heaven forbid whatever could happen.

Less Broadly.

White matches, people flirting, fine wicks, light conversing, tall tail, lust overriding, long rails, quit roasting, there is not another mother I'd like to fuck here, quit boasting, it's not like your father is here, quit joking, it's not good for your opening, try another friend, and see what he's choking, toaking, holding, down against his leg, his pockets bulging, trying to find another way to pass through in blaze, growing, showing no attention to those blowing it all up, screwing up his days, his dreams, his life's cream filling

His Lover's Loser

Yup that is me

You know what God is waiting for? Me to stop triple thinking everything that goes through my mind. Everything that is said is to make everything alright. Fine is never good enough, but I'll take okay. It's about growing up, blossoming into ourselves as individuals. I'm at the peak of 21, so I think.. but believe in me I am reaching for 23.

Our senses(experience) work like gears on a wheel and make you feel the way you do.

I

Is

Ish

I see

I them

I am the

I am more

I am lames

I live simple

I can change

I am surrounded

I am not the wiser

I am breaking away 

I want to share my voice, because that is where I am weak the most

I feel that if I could share that, it would change the world for the better

I know that if things are better that I will be happy, and we all want that

I assure you that if I am happy, that you are happier, some call it contagious

I need the feeling, I desire the warmth that a smile brings in my cheeks and heart

I realize that I can not live forever, but in a small window of time; it may be one where I belong

I dwell in a space in my mind, where the only thing I am not is everything all around myself

I will never be conscious of the peak of my potential, to be on that level of creativity is god-like
And only then, do I have to look down, or loose them below me; all of you, my only friends.

I won't ever have the right words to say what I mean, so why stop now?

Your jaw clinches with acceptance, your cheeks swell with red

Your eyes follow through, your lips quiver, and all is said

The letters fall into white space like former fingers hit with haste,

copy and paste

"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
 

It's how you put it that makes all the difference. 

I pray for a change.("Praying instead of.." or "..wanting change")

If you mess up, it's okay, you just have to start again.

You are my demon counterpart

You were my lioness

We seek through each others eyes

You let me see down your red dress

Who I am? I ask you.

You follow through with a forget-me-not

You dance on broken wings

We stare down each others' glare

I spit out your golden ring

Who am U? I plead please.

Eleven:Two two

I am the man who keeps it tidy

Hey, because it's you (ticks tongue and hand motions 2 pistols shooting)

How is the gun treating you

Finagle

There lays an island in the desert, somewhere between something and imagination land

The long days seem to open and they all seem to end, with just another hard foot dug within the sand

And while the crushing tides decide the way of it all, the people have begun to solve the Titan's ancient riddle

After years of receding, teaching, and increasing waves of generations passed through the clouds of the Great Remembrall

As we all fall back to our childhood dolls, we find while hugging and squeezing the last drop out of the sun's signal

Dreams please ride the waves of our minds, like my heart does around these flying blind lines

And lead them both to the end peacefully, within the sea, and beside me.

Are my memories anything really, or am I just seeing through your projection completely

I'm sitting in a dream, listening to the leaves, and the pages turning my memories

Calling from the roots of the trees I see.. a vivid light ahead of me. I go into, but not too far, it does not take me completely. I am on a threshold, I am at a choice, now or never sort of gig.. what do I do? I think to myself, well I know what is behind me.. but the forward is unknown.. I think it's safe to say, here is to the rest of my new life.

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Definitely updated.

Head of the Hawk

Animal Collective - Banshee Beat

Lyrics here.

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I just want to get this out, this welling in my chest. Right behind the heart and to its left if you are looking at it. I can say it's right here but you can't feel it, not my welling anyway. Makes me wonder about the saying, we are all special in our own special way. Youthfully and truthfully, it hits the spot. I want to ooze Taylor, people. I don't want to be inhibited by these walls that I so childishly(?) put up, when it's my childlike spirit I want to embrace. There is a kind of person out there who can be responsible.. in every sense of the word.. while also just being the most loveliest. Someone who you'd want to be around, someone who you'd enjoy and want, want more. Everyone needs to be loved, everyone needs attention.. we crave it, we craze for it. We go beyond thresholds that normally holds us back, we can become jealous and simply go ridiculous. You sit there and just think, "Oh the neediness of that person, it just ruffles my feathers. I certainly don't want to be like them.. but then you find yourself being that person you dissed earlier. Hypocrite much? Yes. I know I am victim of it too, we are all human after all. *wink OH! Speaking of which, I recently found out that my "more attractive wink" is my lefty. Just thought you should know. When it's with my right, I feel that it is used most when I'm being a little sarcastic and/or half-hearted. Remember, brevity is best(as I remind myself).

We must sally forth to brave new adventures

The ones we conceive through our dreams

I am mad at myself, (but)I am not mad.

I have to force myself, to do what I think is right

And I don't think that is right

I have chewed pencils to bits and spit out the pieces

I have licked my paper stick lollipops down to nothing

I have mushed and thrown stress balls into antimatter

I have done practically nothing with my life

Smoking down that funny bunny leaf

New fronts

Write to me, everything is alright

I'll be the one

Bottom's Up

It is sin, it is gun, it is FIRE!

I get these pictures within my head at the last second of every time I stare into someone's eyes and look away

It is with these simple little distorted images that etch like a stamp into my brain that I will remember you

Bur bur bur bur bur

Every time I know that they are just my own twist of life, playing tricks with my mind and my insanity because what these pictures do is tell off nothing but the biggest plan I ever had

The way I see the sun and the way that it sees me, it may be through the trees, but I believe I saw a wink. That this world full of leaves that tumble every fall, blown away by the wind and forever shall they be called again in autumn. It's this social game, the bank fine. Here you go boy with just another rhyme, your a lonely kid just looking in the mirror, stone cold the mind old but left fridge down in the bottom of my lumps where I can hold hands of dirt, wasted time, eaten leftovers at work but no more in the pity you will lurk around a corner is where finally I will come see what I am meant to be. Nothing more but a little scared boy trapped in my own sunken dreams. And every time I find myself just lying there because I don't want to move, but in my head I'm thinking I have everything to lose.. if I don't push myself, break myself, take that little initiative it takes to pull strong and prove to myself that I am not wrong.

I could be lonely, I could be free

I could be bothered, I could speak

I could be hated, I could behave

I could be laughing, not missin' a day

I could be searching, I do what I may

I could be missing, but I feel okay

It is not wallowing, when you feel left out

You're just learning, being head scout

Traveling through time is your secret gray

Impressing is not enough, with pencils you etch paint

We are all dying but in the end you will see

That it was up to us to make the stains bleed

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Another day gone by

Where I will try to find

The remains of my mind

Hiding below the light

Another day gone by

Where I will try to shine

The remains of my mind

All but stay quiet at night

The memories are

I'm halfway gone and feeling kind of lonely

Timmy, timmy, timmy

Always(?) gives it good

Like he always(?) should

An awkward(altered) stage(state) of coldness

I get to make every little face (that(I make to myself in the mirror

I'm that shirt on, socks off kind of guy.

What i.s.

What, is

Where, is land and sea

When, is an endless span

How, is directing

Why, it's personal

What, is defining

Where, is inside of me

When, is my own actuality

How, is mimicking

Why, it's sensitive


What, is this world
Where, is my reason to go
When, is this chance a to glut

How, is my choice of strut

Why, I am closed shut

¡ROTATE!

Social Fire

That blows

He'll know, he knows

Hell no he won't

Refresh the show

Grow on hands and cuff the link

Come sum of them all

You lift heavy feet

Erase what is written and

Get rid of the poor

 Get what was taken

And even the score

Some are up to par

But some are too slow

Just keep at it rabbit

And reward the slowpoke

Get me something thirsty baby

Because I won the war

I hold my ball and chainl

And never leave nothing on the floor

Well if he ain't in Line

And he ain't sitting in the middle

Let this boy know to grow or decline

Riddle

I see it through my hearings

I feel it beneath my creaks

I taste it at tip of tongue

I hear it watching over me

Speak

You watching over me

Watching over me

Some have their caves

Others have their oceans

I have my icehands

And you have my notions

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Wind comes from my gut

What wear she wearing

I am glad that I am not them

I am glad that I am not you

Do you ever wonder why we had to

Come on dude

Oh come on

C.B., like C.B. radio.

Rawr!

King says, God, you are the man for me, you know my woman, let him be the best of we.

God says, King I think you are right, I feel it is best in my might, grow old he will write.

Queen says, Oh thank you sirs! I am so pleased in my light, cared for he shall then at night

Son says, I think to say I thank you first, I am so joyful to fight, code of chivalry drives my site

King says, Man it just brings tears to my eyes, as I hear this note, you bring me so much pride

I'm learning as I grow up to be more reacting rather than assuming.

To speak or not speak. This is not a question. No shit Sherlock, see the period ( . )

But that is a question.. what you just said. No it isn't. Yes it is. It was rhetorical moron. It was still a question, you were wrong. Are you keeping up? No, I am lost. When did you get lost? Back there at, "moron." --- (To end this story, Tj jumps out of the bushes and says, "Coincidence?!.. I think not!" /wagging his finger no.)

I feel her against my heart and I'm not so sure it's good thing.

You don't talk enough, you always go so awkward. It's like you have nothing to say, but that can't be true. You think too much, you box yourself in your mind and daydream instead of living. You need to let me more. You need to show more emotion. I guarantee you that if you do that, you will exert more happiness. Good moods reciprocate with approach to your situation or "Life" as you call it. If you have a shitty attitude, you are going to be in a poopy mood. We don't want that. If we could live life as a musical, I think our world would be a much better place. It's more than a performance of art, it is an expression of your inner walls coming out. What must that feel like eh? Pretty fucking fantastic I can imagine. So would musical style lives be an improvement on how we go about our dailies now? The answer is: yes. To be able to not only connect with yourself on a propound level, but to others as well. Simply Magnificent. I hereby encourage you (points directly at your face) to sing loud and proud when the whim comes tickling your larynx. Do Et! Do Et! Do Et! You know do know that anytime three times something happens it means yes, yes? Yes. Right. Get it? "Got it" Good. Remember, brevity is best(as I remind myself).

With that said, until next time ladies and gents. I bid you ado and a fair good night. ;)

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P.S. I know I can be a little stupid sometimes, not make sense sometimes, etcetera  .. first I think to say I apologize, and I want you to know that I don't do it on purpose most of the time.. like 99.9998% of the time. Believe me, believe me, believe me. Gotcha again, haha, okay, /wink, end this bitch! DONE!

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The End

SHUT THE FUCK Up!

Okay, gees.. dude. Lighten up.

Cimmerian

Astribautalis - Barrel Jumping (a man of letters)
Lyrics here: http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858742722/

I like to pretend God is playing WoW with me sometimes..
I'd like to think that he is in my head, I can feel him there,
We play games back and forth, day and night, and it is..
Hard to explain.. it's hard on me in a sense because it is all very real..
Maybe I'm just crazy, I've been thinking that a lot here lately.
Truth be told I'm a bit scared of it to be true. Oh paranoia, you hollowing bitch.

My fingers hang over the keyboard like they know something, Pah!
Pithy treating scum suckers the lot of them. Often they become too pretentious for their own good and others' where they find that fine line and viciously overstep it.
And we just can't have that.
Nor can we have 13..
It is a rotten number, indeed.

It's mystery is exceeded only by it's power.
So says Zoltan.

So, that's what happens. I was wrong and you were right
I wish I could sing under lights, only so I could close my eyes tight tonight
 
Just give way to how deep you are into your playlist right now

Ahh, when you are alone but you long for someone else

Extreme middle of the road
Take your half out of the middle

The road matches the tan of my hand while
White and semi-yellow lines chalk the pavement
Seeing and passing pastures on
Always come some other replacement

I ask, "Why do you do the things you do?"
And I answer the rhetorical question
Starring point blank into my reflected eyes
Is where I realize that this is as close as I'm going to get
To being able to see the real look in my eyes
I will never get to see my own eyes
And this bothers me

The most dazzling days end in a drizzle

"Is it taken?", is always the next question
A highlander brooding in desperation

"Auspiciousness .. tends to help."

Is this a Freudian slip?
"Whatcha doing?"
"Playing woe.".. meant to type wow.

"..tends to help." Was a phrase that I said today that I thought quite peculiar. Here recently, I have been generalizing and stereotyping various mannerisms and diction in people; I found at least in myself, I am more partial or prone to use those words that start with the same letter as my name. I'm guessing it's a subconscious pride in your own name that causes this.  There are many different words that can be used and interchanged with each other that have the same meaning.. duh. As I come back to this paragraph and completely forget the direction of my train of thought.

Trip-O

The hung, the bound, and the choked

I know.
Well I know now that you know, because I just told you.
But I knew all along..

My heart burned down, my house burnt up.

No sugar baby, no sugar.

I don't.. no actually.

Tisk, tisk.

Tire

Making conscientious efforts to wear the pair of shoes my dad bought me whenever I go over there to help show him that I love him. 

I pass songs that I know my friends won't like, and settle for something off.

He doesn't want a job, he just wants money.

And I try to explain these things, best about me
I do it in a way at least (that) I think is funny
But I tell no lies except,"I'll see you by."
Because by is forever and I just don't have the time

Because I'm always here in the morning, and there at night
Just trying to get by, so tongue-tied it holds(leaves) my light twisted
My sleep wishes it could dream but I won't give it, I won't let it

"Whatever"
The reason I hate you is this..
Talk to it like a person.

I love gooses, I love geeses
I love storks up in the sky
I love these sheepies, these passing cheapest
This never ending good bounding lullaby

I love witches, (and) their awful pitches
I love pumpkins that don't grow up quite right
I love these tickets, to the piping richest
Vocals singing wickedly up high

I love morning, oh glory morning!
I love lying awake in bed so timed
I love these switches, two-timing thickest
That has left you in a trance all night

I love after, told(tell) times smothered laughter
I love whispers and whistles that say it all
I love these dishes, grout, greased, and twisted
Leaving all sparkly clean except for the pile sprawl(ed)

I love simple, the thumbed in dimples
I love ladies lacking a played out routine
I love these disses, that made us miss us
Just somehow taken at the time so literally

I love vacation, across the nation
I love family that sits together around the fire
I love it since creation and through duration
But I can't take much more heat so I retire

12/21/11 - Rid all negative emotions. For a while now I've wanted to say this, I just never had the right words, never had the right brew of gumption, never had the want as much as this to follow through. "Now what to say?", I ask myself, every time, over and over as I am handed a blank sheet of paper. This is in fact the exact moment I get lost in the simple idea that I hold an endless supply of potential imagination at my fingertips; I could think of anything and jot it down. I could write the next big book, I could write a piece that would make you cry.. or I could write a piece of shit. I could, I could. But will I? That is the pressing point, this is the sole question that drives my confidence. And this is where I often let myself down. As a writer my prompt comes from my mind, no one else. So it is up to me to create the dialogue. 

Voice of the deeps.. (dps)

Oh there's a lovely crit.
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Calling this post done. Hope you liked it.