New series: the guide to eccentricity

This will be my new guide on how to be eccentric. It will be of great help to alienate yourself from a group and make smartasses feel dumb. My first paragraph of awesome is gonna be today!

When you lose something and then find it, keep looking, this will teach people to not say "it's always in the last place you look." Draw any kind of doodle or little pointless scribble and then contact high profile art dealers and try to sell them. Stand behid people and yell peekaboo! When they turn to look, turn back as well to imply it was someone behind you. Wear hoodies, everywhere, even the pool. Occasionally, offer your services as a hitman to passersby. Never ever go out into direct sunlight before doing a little spin on your heel, if asked, claim it reverses the effects of uv rays from cancer to cookies. And finally, whenever your friends are over, tell them to waitin one room, and then watch them from another room, the hilarity will roll.

End of Days (at challenge)

We've come a long way
For this final day
Just thinking,
That first line was such a Cliché.
But past speeches and fairs,
Exploratory projects,
Mock proms and worrying about your hair,
We come out as friends, no horror in that.
Fore we have come this long way and simply ask,
Will you remember us?

A moral dilemma

What is it coming to? This place we call safe has not proven itself to be.
This action performed by one has shaken four others and thrown us off for the rest of the year.
Where is this person now? What are they doing? Are they in okay?
My head is filled with these questions.
My mind races for and answer so I don't look like an ass.
It's better to tell, no, don't betray them.
You're safe here, no there's a pair of scissors in the room, and it's cutting some flesh.
You can trust the environment, no there's blood and it's fresh.
How do you feel, I don't know.

Grey

A grey cloud hangs over your head.
A grey scarf flaps in the wind where the little girl used to be.
A grey goose is sipped sullenly by a broken man.
A dirty grey bandage covers her broken hand.
A grey fleck mars the quality of his work.
In the shadows grey things lurk.
Eyes unblinking,
Claws unfiled,
Fangs unclean,
Bodies unpleasant,
Foul stench of their unholy existence messing with you
Getting in your head
Nagging you
Keeping you awake at night.
Until you realize, the negative opinion is giving by the person with the negative view of themselves.

Male speaker 1

As one of you may know I was doing the optimist speech thingamaboblodiglat, and I had a very... Different speech. So guess what, I won. Over someone from our school and this dude mike. Another girl from our school won too, kodename vic. So I get a hundred bucks and a nice medal, and more chances for more money, so yay.
I went tubing the other day and decided once to go face-first on my stomach, down a giant icehill. I was flying down, it was amazing. Down and faster I went and I realized my dad was going to be in the way. So he moved just ever so quickly and saved some serious injury. The sad thing is that there was his tube behind him so I collided with that instead and went flying twenty feet rolling in a flurry of yells and joy. I got up and three my Arms in the air in celebration. Good day.

New horror-themed dark poetry

Opening the box.

I place my hands on it's golden lid
The cries of my friends came from behind
They say stop but persist I did
It came off the box wiith a slight grating
A horrible ungodly sound
Roaring in our ears, the grey had truly come
And out came a creature with form so profound
It's eyes black as coals stared with contempt
And denied us even the thought of an attempt
It's horrible maw gaped in our faces
And it's scars showed it had been many places
The hands came around from it's head and opened up wide
They were so big, children could hide inside
They creeped down, ever closer still
And it screeched a sound terribly shrill
The fingers like blackened sausages with claws came around my throat
And when I looked to the box, not even hope was left to gloat
All was lost for me you see, until something happened
I stopped fearing it

An update

I wasn't at school because I was so broken over my great grandma stella so I just went home. She's doing better and she can walk and talk normally now. Yay for her. My brother is really into trying to get this "hardstyle shuffle" right. Watch it by going to YouTube and puttingnin moonboy hardstyle shuffle. Amazing.

Memories are precious

We all have memories, you remembered walking down the street last Tuesday, with a coke in hand a wallet full of cash that you earned. You remember your birthday last year when they had the band come out of a cake. My Great Grandma can't. She was hospitalized last night after possibly having a stroke, she could only walk to the right and her left side was limpish. Let me tell you her story, from what I remember in my life. She was always very happy and my fondest memory is her 80th birthday. A few years ago. She knew everyone there, now she can't remember her four children. There was a mariachi band and every person she knew that was still alive, but now she doesn't know where the bathroom is a few minutes after leaving it. My grandma had a caretaker name Mister Jonesy. He was a proud African-American man who loved my grandma, her name is Stella. Well a few years ago he died. The result of a car crash and then sudden cancer. For about a half of a year we had to lie to her about his death because of her Alzheimer's. We had to tell her that he was fine in the hospital and that he might get better even after he had passed and his funeral had ended. It was horrible. This writing corner is dark right now. We'll need a lamp sometime. So, a year ago when we went to see my grandparents who are taking care of her now in Nebraska, we sold her house in Albuquerque. She seemed fine but i watched my grandma feed the dogs, and my great grandma watched too, and she forgot about it twenty minutes later and asked if we should feed the dogs now? My grandma said that she'd fed them and grandma Stella kept arguing this crap that some horrible disease put in her head. I felt like Alan Shore at the end of Boston Legal wanting so deeply so deep in his heart to help Denny, "But, I can't..." Nor can i help my grandma, i can only hope, that she can at least get back to Albuquerque where she'll be less miserable. There's no real hope, my dad said,"this is it" and it is. Her fate is one worse than death right now. No memories...

The Mike

Who is this mike you ask?
He's someone who's glory in we bask
An eccentric, he lives in the corners
But he gets as much attention as the Warners
We love to talk to him
Walk with him
Buy and sell stalks with him
Not really
But he really is a wonder
We don't know how he works
Sometimes it seems his hope is cast asunder
But it in the back of our minds it still lurks
His family torn, has many ups and downs
But he never ceases to stop our frowns
What I'm saying is this is dedicated to you
For when your happy, sik, or angry, or just plain blue

News time, children

The time for some news has come round to this party. First up on the board is the Michael Phelps scandal with sweet ok Mary jane. Turns out that a picture of him doing something isn't enough evidence to prove that he did it, what with photoshop and steroids and holograms and women's suffrage these days it could've been any reason that he ended up taking a bong hit in that picture. In other news nancy grace, who we all know for being an everlasting bitch with a tv show, has been running the video of some lady who did what's been do e a thousand times before. This lady killed her daughter after a month of not saying where she was. Eventually good ol nancy got hold of the footage of her talking in private to her parents and denying that her daughter's really dead. Grace was only ever funny when her technical producer decided to show the Paris Hilton Carl's junior car commercial instead of some boring upstanding video of some apparent sexist getting told off. On the lighter side we have a new rapcore poem coming in from me today entitled "Sik".

My eyes droop like a dead elephants trunk
I don't know out of which dark hole this disease has slunk
I fill my head with thoughts of my treasure broken
And I wish I wasn't the one who had spoken
Why is there disease?
Why is there death?
If he's truly up there then why does he hate us so?
What has made him go down this road?
How is there a god in the same world as death?
How are we supposed to not get addicted to meth?
In this world there's no explanation, just truths to it all
But I'd like to see It All just fall
I want the psychopathics from outer space to come to this place
Take me into their ranks and paint my face
How did this move to the icp, and esham, madrox and minoxide, and even blaze
I guess I'm just trying to say it's hard enough as it is
And this horrible sickness doesn't make these better dayz

If music is life then silence is death

When I sit in silence I can't concentrate
I need a beat for me to initiate
That feeling of working in a rythm
That only you can see
As happy as can be
All I need is my music and get on a roll
My eyes close and I don't need to be told
Because my hands are a blur
And I'm so happy I make cats purr
When that vibration hits my ears they scream for joy
And my mind becomes cool and koi
Take for example this last night
I had much homework and that really bites
So I grabbed my iPod and turned on pandora
Instantly it was like euphoria
Pure extacy, what it did to me
Math? Feel my wrath
English? Easier than engrish
But without the music and everythings a quiet
It's like I went on a bad diet
I start a tap-tap-tapping
And my knuckles start a-rap-rap-rapping
Soon the table is a drum and my hands are some sticks
And I feel a beat on the floor comin' out my sweet kicks
Without that beat without that rythm
It's like my mind gets split
I just have to hit,
Down on the table
Prove that I am able
To live

And when it all falls down

And where will you be then?
When your little spit of an empire falls down?
You will work so hard and fail
That your face won't be able to frown
You'll curse my name because to failed
I only sped your progress and I was hailed
For my accomplishment, that little act that opened so many doors
And the sounds of your defeat echoed from the windows to the floors
Your eyes watered and you started to groan
While I made myself famous, and stood I my stone
I rose higher than you
and all you have to show are your eyes red and blue
You seem upset homie, chill and relax
I'll smoke into your lungs deadly as anthrax
It's not my fault I'm scary, blame the world for that
But no one ever thought you were a cool kat
So put down your anger and see what you learn
From a inschool Colorado suburban BUUUURRRNN!

Epiphany in half-sleep

What am I?
I am thunder, through the halls
I am lightning bouncing off the walls
I was satanic and tried to make it all right
Now I stay up with my iPod at night
I listen to Dr. Dre, does that make me deep
No, it makes me me even more of a creep
Someone who cannot decide
Just with who the hell they ride
Am I painted or am I clean?
Am I kind or am I mean?
Do I really care what you all think?
Yes, it eats away at me at night
In every dream my boat will sink
Is it a crime for me to fight?
When did I get this way?
With who will I cry?
When will I reach clarity?
And when will I die?
When is the apocalypse?
When do I get to kiss your pretty lips?
All these questions left unanswered I am left to ponder
Until I grow tired and let my mind wander
Just who am I?

The kick-off

A failure the last blog has been, and I need something to entertain me while I lie awake in bed at night, iPod touch in hand worrying about my tarantula. So, I'll write, and you'll write too. Anything is applicable, and life is free here as long as anonimity is appreicated. Not meaning you have to post without your screename just that it is better to not say, "Sasha, I didn't mean to have sex with Dana last night, it's all my fault." Keep your worries at the URL link and come in to write something. Firstly, I say that it is time for me to review a game that I'm sure most have heard about bot not many discuss. Of course, I am talking about the game little big planet. It is o' so fun just to sit down with a friend or three and tear into some little bigs. It has too many customizable features to it, make any level you want and watch how it plays. There have been calculators and connect four game and light saber duels with jetpacks and epic gunfights with computer enemies where all you had was your trusty paint gun. You can make a rocket car or a tommy gun, or a giant monster or an amazing trick puzzle. I've played such beautiful levels as distress in ocean, a Japanese made adventure where a shark sinks your ship and you explore the ocean until the climax where your fire a bomb into the sharks mouth, destroying it. Look at me rambling, I'm such a bore. Well little big planet scores a perfect 5/5 on the scale, witch by the way goes from 1=crap, 2=overlookable, 3=rent but don't buy, 4=buy, and 5=buy or kill yourself. Goodbye.