Friday, October 3, 2003

*sigh*

Mood: I don't even know.
Music: Radiohead-Life in a Glass House

...Well, you know how I said I still had all that money saved up from when I worked at KFC, those 80 dollars that I've saved?

Well, it seems I was saving them for a reason.

I got into another car crash again today...my second one. My Dad is going to be furious. I am not angry--more or less just at myself--or anything. I just feel shaken.

This is what happens when it's Friday and you just come cruising out of school just wanting to get home. I didn't even see it coming either...I don't know. I...there's so many things on my mind all of the time, and sometimes I just lose myself, and I am seeing things and such...but I'm just not paying attention. Same case here.

It was completely my fault. I admitted this to the cop.

How did it happen? I was pulling out of school...and just was not paying attention. I just wanted to get home. I was going about 35 or 40--speedlimit--and as I said, I was zoned out. It was a red light, and cars were of course stopped there. By the time I finally saw that I was going to hit a car and that I was going to get into a wreck...it was mostly too late. I hit my breaks, they squeaked, and I hit this Baretta sitting there. I didn't do much of any damage to their car--but I can't open the driver's door of my 1985 Reliant, and the front of it is in pretty twisted condition.

I got a 70 dollar fine. Luckily I've saved my money from KFC all along.

The main thing I am worried about is my Dad. He is going to be furious as far as I can see it. Plus my Mom is gone...and my brother. This is not going to go well.

I'm actually still in a good mood...I am not going to get upset over this. I'm not even sure, though, if my car is in the right condition to be even drove any longer. I hope it can be...otherwise I am majorly screwed unless my Dad decides to repair--which I highly highly doubt.

You should have seen it...all the people just driving by staring at me. Internally I thought they were seeing just how stupid I was...

Ah well. I feel really stupid right now.
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Thursday, October 2, 2003

Flyod Kinp

Mood: Tiredly musical
Music: Pink Floyd- Wish You Were Here (live)

Pink Floyd-
Outside the Wall (Waters) 1:42

All alone, or in two's,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.

And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

Pink Floyd- Goodbye Blue Sky (Waters) 2:48

"Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky"
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the
promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue
sky?

Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.

Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.

"The 11:15 from Newcastle is now approaching"
"The 11:18 arrival...."

Pink Floyd- Comfortably Numb (Gilmour, Waters) 6:49

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

Pink Floyd-In The Flesh (Waters) 1:36

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show.
To feel that warm thrill of confusion,
That space cadet glow.
I've got some bad news for you sunshine,
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you folks really stand.

Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall!
There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me,
Get him up against the wall!
That one looks Jewish!
And that one's a coon!
Who let all of this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint,
And another with spots!
If I had my way,
I'd have all of you shot!


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   When dumb people go numb.

Mood: COWS
MOOSIC: Poosion-Every Rooster Has its Corn

WARNING: severe stupidity is driveled below. Mitchell Grant Smith himself neither endorses these acts of utter stupidity, nor does he enact them.

[Cast]
[Beaveer-Father to Tony
Queen Askuka-Mother of Queen Asuka
Jenna-Sad, melancholy housewife and sister of Asuka
Mitch-The king of the world
Piro-The man who has long hair
Tony-Scary peach head
Heavens Cloud-The king of Japan
wrist cutter-The evil, rebirthed form of Kramer

And...lastly...Dits-the man that no one knows]

[Scene: Public Nudist Camp]
[Enter Mitch and Tony]
Mitch: Heeeeeeeeeey, it's Peach Head. Wherefore dost thou come forth?
Tony: I cum furth fer the chicks!! Wooooooooooohoooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!

[Tony places his hand affectionately on Mitch's shoulder, patting it gently in a friendly manner.]

Tony: Sooooo....wuh you her? You her fer teh chickers too?
Mitch: Excuseth me? Whateth doth thou sayth? Thou sath I cometh to playeth checkeresth?
Tony: FER THE CHIKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mitch: Ah, youth meanth theth Harlots? You saucy, saucy fellowth youth. I am obliged, lest I hear you speaketh, that you yonder hath hit the bottle hard.
Tony: Bluh blah bloh bluh...yer all falk, nuthen mer nuthen less. Uh cun tulk luk tat too, yah knew.
Mitch: [Confused] Whatth? Thoeth sayeth youth canth fucketh nutting moreth thanth nothingth elseth? Hahth, ath saucyth fellow indeedth; a man of manyth alchemeies...
Tony: "Ur mooth o mooney alcromes," whutth tehth fooktheth usth thusth booshooth?

Du ya wanna fught?

[Enter Beaveer, a stern look upon his face]

Beaveer: Ya nigger-riddin asscheese, what the fick are ya doin bitchin and moanin with yer good freind, Sir Mitchell Smith hisself, th great'st man on this whore's lips we calls earth? Yous missin out on th meat, alls the whores're right o'er here, gets yer shit tergether, and gets over here!

[Aside, to Mitch]

I'm sorry he's bein such an assclown, but, alas, it's his ficked nature; specially when he hits his medication so hard--he's gots major problems with somes things--such as tamatoes--and fore he has ta take some pills. Toxicating as they re, he's a good boy, ayeh.

[Exit All]

...I will continue this later lol.




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Me.

Mood: Sedated
Music: Pink Floyd-The Dogs of War

You make your own assumptions...


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Wednesday, October 1, 2003

Fun poem time. Yay. *kids clamor around*

Mood: Crazy
Music: Pixies-Havalina

they told me i was a stud
but i ate my muffin like a cookie master
and had my chocolate chips with kethup on a dish

it looked like blood as i dipped it in my hamburger
it even fell down my neck in rivulets like smoke
and i coughed like i had a choke
but i was really only looking to elope

they say i'm a stud
but i wanted to be a stick
so i took a stick
but it broke in pieces
that were an inch thick
and all i was left with
was to be a stud with a splinter
of a stick

what a dipstick
in some musical
like i'm romeo trying to steal their hearts
oh wherefore is a word i don't hear
but i can tell the ladies' kind is whispering
in each other's ears

shakespeare's down the hall
in the book we read
and he's talking about Cassius
and bondage queens

i don't want to be a stud of this kind
i need to ramify the right branch
and get my hand on it stern and snatch
then i'll be the man of chance
and spin the wheel of torture
and gaggle a laugh that's overture

shakespeare's always talking so kind
and writing his sonnets with mudslinging on his mind
saying her breasts, why they are dung
i'm too much of a stud to write that gestapo stuff
rather drink my diet coke like i gots the touchy-touch

they say shakespeare wrote his sonnets for money
like some playboy bunny
but look out what you say
he'd be caught today in the bathroom
reading playgirl in a dreamy haze

to be a stud or not be a stud
is the question of my whoring insides
and i wonder if anyone's taking any bribes
i've got a splinter that's so fine
all the hearts're sure to just fall over in time

here i wait so patiently
like a pagan with no brains
that only has a branch
to carry his legs
that are splinters
of a beggar's beg
here i wait so patiently
in the bushes behind
where colin built his powell
and curious george sails the seas

the aggravation of being a stud
how much like eating the lamb of love
and mixing it with two miracle cures
that only serve to further slur the way i lament
how i walk along as i tredge in cement


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Whatever.

Mood: Apathetical
Music: Pixies-Hangwire

bones of men in dust of night
haggle women on their inscribe
of a grave of flies
where maggots grow wings

ecstasy if men in lust of height
feel flowers in their love
as where erection leads to concept
the instict then cranes its bone
skeletons in a women's whole
and gaggles in a womb
birthing
maggots bloom
feeding on decay
where maggots grow wings

burying
the aching
in their tomb
the heart that beats the blood

burying
the moaning
in their graves
where flies turn to maggots
in ruinous decay
the stoneous walling decrepitcies
keep their bones

of a grave of flies
where maggots grow wings
gather round and haggle
as the day wains a wiltered bone
of death unknown






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Tuesday, September 30, 2003

Using words in fucked up ways is so fun.

Mood: Fine
Music: Opeth-Black Rose Immortal

Messing with words is so fun; it's one of the main things I do with writing. I take a simple word, or a longer word, or any word, and usually mess with suffixes on it, or I add an -un or -ab or whatever to the front, forming interestingly cool words.

I also very much so enjoy metaphors and similes. I'm sure if you've actually taken some time to see the way I write in style piece by piece, you've noticed I heavily rely on them. And it does work...and it never gets old, too, because I use such abstract things as metaphors and similies often. That I'd say is one of the things I most enjoy about writing: making it as abstract, as simple, or anything as I want. I love how flexible language is in this way. How you can take such unrelated things, and make them, you know, just work. It's just beautiful really.

The main reason I rely on metaphors and similies is because if you get them right, you can paint such an amazing and eloquent picture in the reader's mind. Plus, it also forces the reader to actually take in words if they're just la-laing through whatever block of text they might be reading, not even caring or absorbing the words. Plus some of them just stick to your mind...and paint in your mind...and just make it feel like you should actually read more into what you are reading, instead of being some idiotic imbicilophilitic little twerp. It actually makes the reader feel like they can relate to you in some odd ways.

I also use them because--more than any other form of writing--they are original. With words, if you manage to place some special word that that person doesn't know, it only surprises them the first time. Plus there's the added little scenario of if they have already seen the word before. Then it doesn't do anything to keep the reader reading.

When it all comes down to as much as I could blabber about writing, the main thing is is originality. I like to use the best possible word choice for something--something that is specific, and that is clear. Because if you aren't clear to a reader. then you lose them, and a lost person is not a happy person, nor is a lost person an incitful person. Once this happens, and your thoughts of sentences just weave into nothing, you lose the reader entirely, and they drone you out until they can't even hear you.

In this way, too, you have to weigh the importance of something and how much it needs to be clarified. What I try to do as I write is constantly go over what I've written, whether it just be a few sentences or an entire paragraph, and see how mechanically (punctuation-wise) it works, and see if the word choices work, and if they are expanded on enough. Basically, I just read into my own thinking and see, if I were a reader, if I would understand this. Of course you still can't be completely a reader when you're writing, since you can't be exactly certain if what you've written is just too complex and cruxifying for the reader, or if it's just something that isn't needed. You never know.

I find that most people see the things which I see as beauties as something that is weak. My english teacher, after reading my 2,000 word column, had crossed out the sentence, "I was a cajoling yodeling Barney the Dinosaur."

This sentence alone catches me--the reader part of me--like nothing else. It's abstract, it's original, and if you look into it enough, you'll see what it means. The double use of the gerunds (ing's) themselves give it some rhythm, while the Barney the Dinosaur part gives it--I hope--some humor as well as an image to it.

Just think of Barney. He's innocent. Some--most highschoolers I'd say--consider him to be something little kids idolize, and see him as something that is annoying, horrible at what he does, and all-in-all inferior and stupid.

That's what I meant by this.

Now, from just looking at this thing alone, it works wellm right? Yes. Now give it some place in a sentence, such as:

""Somewhat," I said. I could've said that I did. I could've told her that I actually mostly did. But what was I? I was a little colonel, I was a yodeling cajoling little Barney the Dinosaur. I didn't know jack. And it was pointless to tell her the truth, I could see it in her pig eyes that I wasn't going to get out of this. So I kept shut."

That's directly quoted from my column. Isn't it beautiful? Some will say yes, others will say no. At least, I'm sure, all you can say, that it caught your intention, right? That's the intention.

I'd also like to focus on this part of this paragraph. And it's such a small thing, some might even overlook it.

"I could see it in her pig eyes that I wasn't going to get out of this."

Pig eyes. Isn't that nice, too? Doesn't it just give you instantly the picture of a pig, which I'm sure all of you have some sort of picture. As it's used here, it's used to show that she was fat. Imagining a pig's eyes is a harder thing to do, though. I don't think I was aiming for that though, really, when you get down to it. But you can see the image of a pig, and place some eyes, as vague as it is, right? It's little things like this, in the long run, if you want to be a writer, that should soon come to you and show you that it really does matter. Try reading this sentence without the pig part:

"I could see it in hereyes that I wasn't going to get out of this."

Isn't it a lot more plain? You really don't get any image from it, and it has such over-used, boring words. This is what I mean: small little things have such a great affect on writing, and do such amazing things.

This is what I do as a writer. I take all of my vocabulary I've learned, and I try to dig out the things that I don't quite remember and tie them into some kind of metaphor or simile.

Sometimes words even just come to me, as strange as it's to say. It's like I have some intuition with them--they just come instantaneously, just pow, come. Instinct. That's what it is, some kind of random instict. When you examine language enough, you will find that a lot of pieces of words form other words, right? My mind just splays them all over and sometimes adds things together, randomly, somehow. I do this with suffixes too. To me, as a writer, it's all about being there for the reader, guiding them along and letting them feel what I feel by the use of as beating words as I can use.

I've really rambled. Basically this post is about how in english today we went over word choices. We filled out this sheet using the infinitives of such lame words as to give, to obtain, to walk slowly, and such, and choose better words for these.

One of these was to fly. It's a really hard one. I, trying to be as atypical as I usually try to be, put down aeorplane. When the teacher got to me, she mentioned that since we are mostly doing formal essays--and that is what we will do in college--I can't use this. This totally makes writing not fun from me.

In general I hate writing formal essays. It's like bullshitting about some topic that no one could give a damn about, and purposely not putting the reader first. It's just no fun to read some blank, totally unstylistic jargon about something in the end, when it comes down to it, doesn't mean anything else than probably what you said in your thesis statement and the second paragraph. Doing this is overdoing what you need to say--being superfluous. It's not needed. It's something that will bore the reader to a happy death. Why write like this when I can write how I want?

Do you want an example of an extremely dull, shitty, formal piece of shit sentence, and a good, stylistic one? Okay then.

"He was the coolest man ever when he was flying in the air and just being bad. "

Flying, coolest, ever, bad, just. All these words I hate, and immediately just read over like a car droning along on its way. I don't care about them, I've seen them before, I don't see a reason to tie them into my mind and find out what they mean, so I read on from this sentence in hopes of finding something better.

Here's a re-worked one.

"He aeroplaned around, the most envied piece of junk ever to be scrapped into a streamlined form and placed into the painted sky."

It's not the best--but doesn't it work well? I'm basically saying, with envied and junk, that he was bad as well as good. That he was "cool" as well as "bad." Doesn't this work better? I think so.

My teacher would argue that I'm using a noun, aeroplane, as a verb, and using the slang of it, aeroplaned, which I made up myself. So what? My goal as writer isnt' to be Mr. I follow the rules and bore the fucking shit out of you, my mission is to keep the reader loving every word, and seeing images, and just enjoying the ride.

I've also done the use of a noun as verb before in a poem.

"see those spiders in your hair
as they ulcer a period there,"

is something how it went. Isn't that just beautiful and genius? The use of ulcer as a verb is beautiful, so abstract. I love it. And when you think of ulcer, if you're aquainted with the word, you'll instantly see it as something that is horrid, and killing. Since an ulcer is basically necrotizing, or dead tissue. And what is a period? It is something that ends a sentence. But look past the sentence. It's just something the ends.

That was the basis of this poem...how we are like commas in the big monster that is life, and we crawl around, until our commas or changed, or killed, ulcered, into death. Into an end. Into periods. Do you see my abstract thinking here, my use of metaphors? Doesn't it at least make you understand it so completely, or just wish you did? That's the point.

As for mechanics, that's another thing I'd like to argue about. My teacher says that a semi-colon should only be used to link two complete sentences together. I saw fuck the rules. Just look at this sentence:

"They were like marionettes on strings; some puppets that danced and moved like suave grass swaying in a somber breeze."

It's good, isn't it? And it is a complete sentence and another complete sentence, yes? This causes the reader to be hit with a lot of things at once, and that's what I use it for: to kind of make two sentences, or ideas, one. Look at this use of it, though:

"They were but dancing phantoms on the stage of the gym; nothings."

This serves to be cryptic, sort of beautiful in its simpleness. It gives the reader--the person that's always in the forefront of my mind--time to think deeper into something they can relate to this.

Also, look at these uses of punctuation. As I see it, I should be able to fuck around with this as much as I want too. I should be able to make a sentence flow like I want; which, that's what punctuation's main purpose is. A device to further give fluctiation and beauty to writing.

Look at this:

"I was a fucked man, and I couldn't be fucked, but I was fucked, and so I couldn't do a fucking thing, and I was left to be alone, a mind fucking, numbing little animal in its cage."

This sentence is really fragmented because of the commas. It gives it a nice style, makes you feel how frantically this person must've felt. Now look at this:

"I was a fucked man and I couldn't be fucked but I was fucked and so I couldn't do a fucking thing and I was left to be alone a mind fucking numbing little animal in its cage."

See how different you read this? This is what I mean by using punctuation the way I want. It's again putting the reader in the forefront of my mind.

Punctuation, when you really think about it, too, is its own art in its own way. Good writers use all these things I've mentioned all together in a neat little way of their own. I hope I do some of this lol.
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Just call my name cause I'll hear you scream.

Mood: Brooding
Music: Led Zeppelin-Heartbreaker

The lipid morose of the flower's belay. Sort of just popped into my mind today..

It's from this poem I did a really long time ago. Yet it's stuck I guess.

In Journalism I wrote it on the board, along with other words that strung from it.

Ah. My Column's been cut from the paper due to the fact that pages are due today--and as Mullen (head honcho editor) and Lisa Horner (other head honcho editor) read it, they realized that they were nervous as to what could happen. They say that last year someone wrote about Perkin's, and things, and that person got Perkin's angry.

So thus they pulled out my column--they were going to post it in its 2,000 word entirety I think.

It feels like it hurts somewhat. But that doesn't matter, I always try to put this feeling that it hurts in the backdrop, and lately I've just decided, "Ah well. That's the way things are. Live with it."

So Winter, our adviser, pulled me out of the room and apologized about this. Said they should have told me this weeks ago so I could've made the changes. "I just don't want you to be upset," he concluded. And I am not, at least don't want to be.

I still think it's stupid. Doesn't that constitution state, in its first amendment, that freedom of speech is to governed in this land? Indeed, it does. So why should it be a big deal? It is not my lie to tell the truth, it is my truth to tell the truth, yet still I am abated and resigned to not show this and falisfy it within every facet of this world.

I've said this millions of times, I'll say it again. The truth is what hurts people most; especially when it first hits them. It is what will shock people the most, wow them the highest, and clutch them the tightest; it is, in all forms, the thing that will perdition and destroy.

And what is the purpose of a column? It is to entrance the reader into it, then force them to cling to it, and force them to hear your voice, as the writer, clear and strong. Yet I am reprimanded not to do my best, I am forced rather to quell a calm, and squall with teathers of what should be.

Getting a little poetic, but what the hell. It makes me feel like I can actually make a point.

I am not upset about this--but am discouraged. And when I get discouraged, that is definitely a bad thing. By this I crumble and fall to a state of depression.

I will not let it happen--I don't want to. This really isn't that big of a deal. It feels like it, but it isn't.

I will make these necessary evils and change my column, and hopefully it will be in the next issue.

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Monday, September 29, 2003

And this just feels like spinning plates

Mood: Drifty
Music: Radiohead-Spinning Plates

I have posted too much in here today. Oh well.

INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 1% of the total population.

Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test

Introverted (I) 61.29% Extroverted (E) 38.71%
Intuitive (N) 64.29% Sensing (S) 35.71%
Thinking (T) 52.78% Feeling (F) 47.22%
Perceiving (P) 60% Judging (J) 40%

The Big Five Personality Test

Extroverted	||||||||||	36%
Introverted	||||||||||||||||	64%
Friendly	||||||||||||||	54%
Aggressive	||||||||||||	46%
Orderly	||||||||||||	48%
Disorderly	||||||||||||||	52%
Relaxed	||||||	28%
Emotional	||||||||||||||||||	72%
Intellectual	||||||||||||||||||	80%
Practical	||||	20%

Take Free Big 5 Personality Test

The Big Five is currently the most accepted personality model in the scientific community. The Big Five emerged from the work of multiple independent scientists/researchers starting in the 1950s who using different techniques obtained similar results. Those results were that there are five distinct personality traits/dimensions. Here are your results on each dimension:



Extroversion results were low which suggests you are quiet, unassertive, and aloof.

Friendliness results were medium which suggests you are moderately good natured, trusting, and helpful.

Orderliness results were medium which suggests you are moderately organized, reliable, neat, and ambitious.

Emotional Stability results were low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and nervous.

Intellectualness results were high which suggests you are very creative, original, curious, imaginative but possibly not very practical.

Overall, you scored highest on Intellectualness and lowest on Emotional Stability.

Conscious self	Overall self

Take Free Enneagram Test

type score summary
4 46 You desire understanding, for people to appreciate your uniqueness. Impetus - deficit and/or excess of understanding in your life experience. Problem - no one ever entirely understands themself much less anyone else. Ethos - I must be special and unique to get what I want.
6 46 You desire loyalty, for people to stand by you. Impetus - deficit and/or excess of loyalty in your life experience. Problem - even among those close, rifts happen and loyalty based on need isn't entirely genuine. Ethos - I must be obedient and loyal OR on-guard and skeptical to get what I want.
9 45 You desire peace, for everyone to get along. Impetus - deficit and/or excess of peace in your life experience. Problem - there is always a certain amount of conflict in the world and some level of it is healthy. Ethos - I must be peaceful and easy to get along with to get what I want.
2 43 You desire love, for everyone to care for you. Impetus - deficit and/or excess of genuine care in your life experience. Problem - it is impossible to get others to always care about you no matter what you do. Ethos - I must be helpful and caring to get what I want.
5 40 You desire reason, to make sense of things. Impetus - deficit and/or excess of reason in your life experience. Problem - you can drain yourself trying to figure things out so be attentive to your physical health (exercise/diet). Ethos - I must be knowledgable to get what I want.
7 38 You desire fun, to not be overcome with unhappiness. Impetus - deficit and/or excess of fun in your life experience. Problem - it is impossible to have fun 24/7 and the need for it will force you to run from problems instead of dealing with them. Ethos - I must be energetic and entertaining to get what I want.
3 35 You desire acclaim, for people take note of your achievements. Impetus - deficit and/or excess of praise in your life experience. Problem - you can't win everyone's esteem no matter what you achieve. Ethos - I must be successful and achieving to get what I want.
1 33 You desire perfection, for everyone to appreciate you. Impetus - deficit and/or excess of order in your life experience. Problem - it is impossible to have everyone agree with you no matter what views or roles you adopt. Ethos - I must be perfect to get what I want.
8 32 You desire power, for people to respect your strength. Impetus - deficit and/or excess of control in your life experience. Problem - you can't control everyone no matter how powerful you are. Ethos - I must be strong and in control to get what I want.




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My buddy profile on AIM, why not, why not.

Mood: Relaxed
Music: Radiohead-Bullet Proof...I Wish I Was

Well, I do not know how many people have actually looked, but recently I made this random poem in my AIM signature. The idea is stolen from APC's name...and I just made it up almost as something that was just instantenous. But really...I'm more or less like that. My best poems come like that. So I think what the heck, I'll post it in here for no reason; so here you are. Yay.

A perfect circle is your eye.
A perfect circle is the earth
as it spins in the stage of space.
A perfect circle
is ceasing to relate.

I hold you in my open arms
We row the boat that is our love
into the halo that is our red lips.
Kissing is like holding your hand
and feeling it in all we have.

Sorry to pull down your halo
to the tainted ground with its soil
but we have nothing here
but what we build.

Sorry to pull your halo down
and shake you in my arms
as I violate you and wrench your name
but we have nothing here
but what we build.

Sorry that I have a heart
that is full of bleeding blood
being bled to combat my love.

Even when we feel this close
we feel so far.
We sit here and dig for the perfect circle
that we should have.
But a perfect circle
is ceasing to relate.

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