Saturday, December 18, 2004

   Good book
But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims ere they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
But one that for thy crime must fall,
The youngest, most beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name---
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet must thou end thy task, and mark
Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;
Then with unhallow'd hand shalt tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn,
But now is borne away by thee,
Memorial of thine agony!
Wet with thine own best blood shall drip
Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go---and with Gouls and Afrits rave;
Till these in horror shrink away
From Spectre more accursed than they!
-Lord Byron,
The Giaour
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale

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Wednesday, December 1, 2004

   (singsong)
Chickens flying over trees,
Minions bowing b'low their knees.
I am the best in the world.
And if you disagree,
I'll punch you so hard in the stomach you'll hurl...
Not on me.
I'm hungry.
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Saturday, November 27, 2004

   Today we're going to a thankgiving thing, and my cousin is bringing her boyfriend... heeheehee...mwahahaha! This will be fun! ::devious thoughts::
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Friday, November 19, 2004

   I'm so content right now... I'm eating bacon. Crispy. How can you NOT be content when you're eating perfectly crispy bacon?
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Wednesday, November 17, 2004

   I discovered this poem today... its awesome...

Tyger! Tyger!
by William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize thy fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And why thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dead grasp
Dare its deadly terrors grasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Tuesday, November 16, 2004

   Damn People
People are stupid. They should die. People never take you seriously whenever you need it the most, it drives me to the brink of insanity!
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