Random...

Here's to the randomness of the dancing happy pickle
Playing with his Star Trek Operating Manual
Dancing in the clouds with his fish in the sea
purple sun sparkling from deep within me

tattered hoodie ornaments garnish gods plate
two peas, a cd and an instant rebate
god must be starving from the diet he's on
if he keeps it like this soon he'll be gone.

Thta snot a matter for an athiest like me
skys shatter memories and illuminate three
three is the sins
three for the lies
three is the number
of people to die

are you one of them
maybe so, maybe not
better watch your back
or you might get shot.

but rejoice in the streets
for I am here to stay
for those I hate
time to celebrate
your final, quite ending days.

and so it ends with a whale in the moon
dancing in the dust whith the elves and the sprites
not the kind you're thinking but the kind in a storm
cloud hearders thunders mages devils of xorn

Random particualtes of a teenage mind

You may have to point, for I don't always see.
You may hasve to shout, for I don't always hear
You may have to remind, for I don't always do
But one thng's for sure, I will always love you

Because of You

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

Its a dream I had as it coalesced in the sky
I little child made of moonbeams and light
it seemed to be crying and when I asked it why
it said it wanted to die and give up the fight

then I realised that the child was me
and how scared I was from my head to my feet
I was shaking, there looking at myself
The mirror, immortal, looking at hell

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

What the hell have I done
What the hell have I become
Sometimes I want heavan's begotten son
But I'm an athiest, so that wouldn't work
believeing in nothing so that nothing would hurt

Gotta pick myself up, put my feet on the floor
But its hard when there's nothing left anymore
So this is goodbye from the sweet little me
Say hello to what I never wanted to be.

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

Maliciousness, greed, anger and frustration
These are the means to cause my sedation
Im twisted I know, but its something I am
life's completely screwed up, its all just a sham

Its funny how what I hated I became
gathering joy in pain but secretly ashamed
But then you appeared, and I thought I had hope
But all you were was the end of the rope

I can understand
Its a feeling thats wells up inside me
It how I feel
Everything I wanted will never come to be
Because of you
My feelings will never change but right now i don't care
My life has just been hanged

Anger is a tool

People view anger as a bad thing.
I know because I was one of them.
Then I began to think. Anger isn't a crime. It's a tool.
Anger fuels rage, which in situations that impact my life, can be a benefit.
As I type, I let the darkness in my soul well up, compounding upon my rage, building it.
My anger swirls like a tempest.
The wings of truth and justice that lie upon my back warp and twist into demon's wings, filled with fire and hate.
Hate for those who hurt me.
Hate for those who spurn me.
Hate to those who don't know.
Hate to myself for not letting go.
The beast is unleashed, but under the guise of a friend.
Now to manipulate to my own selfish end.

Deranged

My tire's changed
im still deranged
I can't believe this is real

Life feels like shit
but i ain't gonna quit
my soul still needs time to heal

Thought process is gone
Relationships none
I cannot believe my eyes

Need to get dressed
work life and stress
my limit has touched the skies

I don't even know
why this poem I wrote
It came to me on the fly

Love it hate it
debunk it enjoy it
But for now this is goodbye

Epic Average

First I (with much trial and error) tracked down the elusive habitat of the Phenoxia Timracer. Then, using sacred signaling devices from the distant future, summoned (with the help of my faithful avatar and Noble steed) the knights of the round table for some less than selfless fun.

We convened at my Palace of Indulgence where intoxication abounded and ...less than perfect Italian food was conceived, created, and consumed.

Then, one knave of the realm said, "Ho! I doth believe present company should adjourn to the Pit of the Beast"

And with that, so did the group of knights adjourn to mine room, and to my room did the nights travel, being as that was their destination. And lo, much decadance and vulgarities made themselves apparent, and the count of 3 men and 2 ladies arranged themselves about. The 5 lounged for there were the 3 men and 2 ladies, the total of knights being 5 and 5 being the count of the knights.

Once satiated, the knights split, two of them going to the hall of indulgence, two to the forbidden chasm of self-flaying doom, and the lord to retire to his chambers to listen to his enchanted minstels. Thence one of the lady knights entered, questioning the situation. And like a drop of water entering a pond, so did ythe ripple grow and more entered the lords chamber. And the lord felt better, for his fellow knights were enjoying themselves.

Later on, fellow knight Ricktonion Barionadagualaga questioned the lords state of mind. At the time, the lord had no idea, but it has since become clearer. The lord's mind is confused atwixt his fancy for a lady knight. Should said Knight Ricktonion, being the knight who questioned, and the questioning knight being him read this, there lieth thy answer!

Once the palace of indulgence was properly used, the knights then traveled to a distant and magical realm known as "Easton" There, they watched in awe as Beasts and Men alike frolicked on the flat of a screen in a play portraying the epic adventures of an ogre. The films characters doth touched the hearts of both lord and knights, as the film portrayed friends of those known to the knights, as well as the phrase which plagues my soul: If you love them, you'll let them go. After all, Ogres don't have happy endings.

Once the frolicking was over, the various knights mounted their steeds and thence left my company, returning to that where they hailed.

The next day... work work, and the usual more work

How to kill

Have you ever had a day where you really wanted to kill someone? I don't mean anybody specific, but just wanting to feel somebodys life force leave their body as you wrest it from them. Thats how i feel right now. I'm not gonna kill somebody tonight. I got low gas and i have bills to pay coming up. So i'll just write about it.
First i need a subject. They need to be rather unsuspecting, so either a stranger or a close personal friend. Given the circumstances, anybody outside is probably thinking about the possibility of getting mugged, so lets choose a personal friend. This is perfect. Since they are a close personal friend, I know where they live, their number, their habits, and can anticipate their actions. Also, say i'm seen, their first reaction is not to call the policew or be fearful; on the contrary, they shall be open and inviting, wondering what is wrong(how little they know...)

Now that a person category has been established, it is now time to prioritize. It would be a good idea to choose somebody not living withing my normal circle of friends, so it must be somebody living out of reynoldsburg, and somebody who, while we are close, i am not seen in their normal area on a regular basis.
Now that locale is chosen, i onle need to pick the most convenient and least diffucult to remove. Their persona should be somewhat insecure about themselves, probably someone on an extreme: introvert or extrovert. Also, there shuld be somebody with reason to kill the target. (i have no motive save the joy of death) Maybe a jealous significant other, enemy, a used best friend etc.
The murder shuld be done at their home, where they feel most secure. And since they are a god friend, I could even be invited over, and since i have no problems with the target, motive could not be established.
Night time would be best. Its more dramatic, plus the cover of night. The weather should be rainy to help cover tracks.

Now the method. I'd prefer something face to face. Tie them down spread eagle upside down and hang them from the wall. All i would need is some two by fours rope and screws. After i tellthem its nothing personal, i break their shins. Hearing them scream, I'll pull out a scalpel anda pair of strong spreaders. Cutting the muscle and skin on their chest, i'll unfold their torso like a book, exposing the ribcage. Using the spreaders, I'll crack open and sread their ribcage open, exposing their heart. I'llthen grab their hand in mine, and use it to rip their own heart out of their chest, drinking from it like a chalice in front of them, their last life's spark fading behind eyes soaked with blood. Then i'd pour cooking oil over them, and leave a trinket that one of my friends so often leave behind at the apartment. Then on the way home I'll mail the heart to coney island.
The next morning, i'll get up, get ready for work, and continue with life.

And now a story.

It chanced upon a summer's day,
Within a deep wood far away,
There wandered forth a little child
Midst flowers and birds and breezes wild.

Now running here, now resting there,
As bright, as light, as free as air,
The happy little Hyacinth strayed,
From flower to flower, by sun and shade.

A wind called Zephyr saw him pass
With skipping feet across the grass,
And ran before and clung behind,
And strove his tripping feet to bind.

Because the Zephyr loved him so,
He would not let that fair child go,
But kept beseeching, "Stay, and be
A little playfellow to me!"

Still Hyacinth had naught to say,
Nor would he with the Zephyr stay,
But skipped aside and left the wind
Another playfellow to find.

And next the sun up in the air
Caught sight of Hyacinth's shining hair,
As Hyacinth ran the tall trees under,
And King Apollo paused in wonder.

"Stop! Hyacinth," cried King Apollo,
"You run too quick for me to follow;
One little minute wait for me,
And I your playfellow will be."

Because Apollo from the blue
Had fallen in love with Hyacinth too,
So down he came with smiling face
And stayed upon a mossy place.

There sun and child in merry play
Sported full many an hour away,
"Who can throw farthest, you or I?
This ring I'll cast, then you shall try."

But Zephyr, creeping round about,
Spied their pleasant pastime out,
Which made him angry feel and sore,
And he grew angrier more and more,

Until a cruel purpose grew,
And he determined what to do;
His wicked will at once consenting
Unto the crime of his inventing.

For as the King, in act to fling,
Raised high in air the iron ring,
Zephyr ran and took his stand
Just underneath Apollo's hand.

Thence blew the ring back swift and straight,
Steady and strong with all its weight,
So that it struck on Hyacinth's head,
And lo! the pretty child fell dead!

Then all about the leafy wood
There streamed out Hyacinth's purple blood,
Which wrote in letters sad and plain,
"Woe! Woe! for Hyacinth is slain!"

Back to the sky Apollo flew,
And far away the Zephyr blew;
But on the ground where Hyacinth died
Sweet flowers grew and multiplied.

Hyacinths that, with happy faces,
Still beautify earth's lonely places,
Loved by the sun and breezes wild,
In memory of the winsome child.

Answer the phone. It might be me.
Sweet dreams.