IMPROV ME

You're so gonna love this my dear pathetic readers..

Go ahead make my day

So you think you've won?
But I'm the one laughing

PUCKER UP SWEETIE!

Reminds me of someone...







my...what a pout..

Hard Gay the Insult Dog??

Something Rei had me check out..Bloody funny..



He kinda reminds me of thing little guy I came across a few years ago.



Courtesy of YouTube

Five Adams

Thought I post something "cheerful" for a change. So here goes...it's funny movie quote of the day.
From the movie DOGMA



Metatron: "Were you to hear God's true voice, your mind would cave in and your heart would explode inside your chest. We went through five Adams before we figured that one out."

LIZARDS

They lie upside down on my ceiling.
They play dead when you walk by.
Black beedy eyes watching your every move.
Waiting for the perfect opportunity to slitter away, unseen.
They come out at night. Feasting on the scraps on my floor.
Darting out from the corners they hide in.
But when they know they're out of reach,
They lie upside down on my ceiling and cry.

Lizards. I hate them.
Don't you?

POETRY TIME!

The Curse
by J. M. Synge
(To a sister of an enemy of the author's who disapproved of 'The Playboy')



Lord, confound this surly sister,


Blight her brow with blotch and blister,


Cramp her larynx, lung, and liver,


In her guts a galling give her.


Let her live to earn her dinners


In Mountjoy with seedy sinners:


Lord, this judgment quickly bring,


And I'm your servant, J. M. Synge.


(So my dear pathetic readers...marvelous isn't it? I say, is that the sound of clapping I hear? Marvelous isn't it?)

Like the voices in my head

These days I feel sedated.

Those on msn would probably notice my new nick.."My new mantra is whatever"
Well it is. And it kinda works. I hardly get angry anymore. I try to see the better of situations or comments..something I never did before.. or more like I didnt get the chance to, cus Miss I'M SO GOING TO PUNCH YOUR FACE IN takes over. Not that I want her to leave..Just that I think she should just take a break for a while. You know? Like go sight seeing or take yoga classes or something..you catch my drift.

My boyfriend says he likes the new me. So cheerful, so calm, so happy. Happy...Who really is happy? Happy is for kids. I don't remember happy. I lost that long ago when I had to grow up. And why did I have to? Because everyone told me to. And what right do they have to tell me how to live my life? Oh yeah I forgot. I was the kid and they, the adults. They're jealous you know, these adults. Jealous of what they don't have anymore. So they start making up these f**king rules. "This! Missy! Is how you should act when you're an adult!" Act. Yup. Act. We're all actors. Every stinking one of us. We wear shrouds over our faces to cover up what's dead. And with every bloody passing day the shroud gets thicker and thicker, clouding our vision, our senses til we don't even know where to go or what to do or what's in front of us and then my dear pathetic readers, we begin the rite of passage like everyone before us and before them. We follow the lead.

We follow the lead and lose ourselves in the process. No shape, no history, no belonging. We follow rituals, beliefs, habits, the works, everything passed on like a joint from one junkie to another. One massive black hole sucking everything in. All of us blindly marching down the same road to our end. And those we leave behind follow our example.

Religion has nothing to do with this. The only mistake it ever made was trying to define wrong and right. Who is the punisher? The one who think he's done nothing wrong? Or the one who who tries to make things right? We'll never know will we? Because each one thinks they have the right to do what is right. So begins the cycle. The pattern in which we rule and justify our actions. Everything leading to nothing.

Like the voices in my head. Talking, reasoning, telling me what to do. They go on for hours, in the dark, crashing against my skull. Until I finally fall asleep. But there's always tomorrow. Like I said, my dear pathetic readers..

Everything leading to nothing, like the voices in my head.

So She Says

Something I started writing as of late. It's unfinished. Maybe I'll complete it, maybe I won't.
So my dear pathetic readers..before i give up on the idea completely, have a read.



Sitting here gives me a calm I cannot begin to explain.
It’s like putting seashells to your ear, listening to rushing sounds within. Pretending it’s the ocean you hear. And all around is chaos, except for that gentle pressure of the cold seashell on your ear.
A world, unlike the one you live in, trapped in a seashell.

I was always a believer of signs, horoscopes, stars, you name it, I know it. I blamed the clash of our personalities on astrology. Me, the goat. She, the ram. My mother. How else should I explain it? The very words. My mother. Says so much.

A movie I once saw said that women are all the same. Mothers, daughters, nieces, aunts are like stairs, going up, going down but always going the same way. The younger me used to think “I’ll never want to be like her when I grow up.” But the cycle has already begun.

I trace the lines on my palm left by the patterns of the uneven concrete. The redness slowly spreading, disappearing and I’m left with nothing but the smooth rubbery whiteness. I watch people jostling about under my feet. Animated. Almost too rehearsed. Reacting to me above. Me. Finally I’m in control.

Calamari anyone?

I know I know
I've posted this before but I bloody feel like doing what I bloody like so everyone SHUT UP PLEASE! Thank you.
Nothing describes how I'm feeling right now better than Alex Garland.
So here here.

" My last attempt was to dive back into the pool. Underwater always had the quantities of a refuge for me. Calming, blinding, deafening.

A perfect escape.

It worked too. Envolping me in anonymous coolness, but in an unavoidably temporary way. Without gills, I had to keep surfacing, and as soon as I surface,

My mind resumes it's circular debates."

Taken from The Beach by Alex Garland

Slander, My Pink Salamander

Ever heard of this story?

I think it's about a famous religion icon who was hiding in a cave from people who wanted to kill him for speaking the truth about God. (Don't quote me on that I might be wrong) And this spider offered to help by spinning a web at the entrance of the cave so that when these men came by they would see the unbroken web and then come to a conclusion that no one has entered the cave on the account of the un-damaged web. However when the men passed by, a lizard inside the cave cried out and betrayed this famous religious icon. And it's apparently known that lizards only make that funny sound when people are around. So the men knew that someone was inside the cave, thus they found him and persecuted him.

It is also believed (by a certain religion) that the more lizards you kill, the more points you get in heaven. Well I say bring it on! We're going to have a wild party my friends