people

The exact reason for the ticking of people is a mystery to me. I don't pretend to know who everyone around me is. Of course I know a bit about all of them, but none of them do I understand completely. For example there are three people that have recently started to visit me at work very often.
The first is an old friend who has recently returned to America. Little has changed between she and I, and that is good.
The second is a gentleman who has come to the store for quite some time. Things have recently become different when I saw another side of him, outside of his mother and father.
The third is a new face, who I am still very confused about. The funniest thing is, I know so little about any of them, especially this last one.
I mean I know what they do for a living and all that, and I know a great deal about there dietary habits, even outside of ice cream. But they are still almost strangers to me.
Moral: People will always show you anew face if you let them. Brush of the unpleasant details and get to the heart of the person, from here you can decide where you fall.

not again...

Ann killed another computer...

Seth Mcfarlane

Seriously, he is hot. I might do him. I suppose it is because he is so odd... or because he voices a character that drinks about as intolerably as I do. I relate best with the character of Brian. And since my brain works on a very transitive basis, I have grown to approve of Seth. Tada!
... But seriously, he is fuckin hot.

Fighting on the internet is like running in the Special Olympics, even if you win your still retarded.

F.E.A.R. Extraction Point

not really too scary, but what can one expect from the second instalment of a game. The third chapter should be amazing.

Wires

14 Gauge galvanized aluminium wire is what I need for my wings. got it.

on the last post

The last post is why I don't have pets, they always up and die...
just kidding...

Meadowlark

When I was a boy, I had a favourite story
Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind
Her voice could match the angels' in its glory,
But she was blind,
The lark was blind.

the king of the rivers took her to his palace,
Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid,
And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice and he prayed


"Sing for me, my meadowlark
Sing for me of the silver morning.
Set me free, my meadowlark
And I'll buy you a priceless jewel,
And cloth of brocade and crewel,
And I'll love you for life if you will
Sing for me."


Than one day as the lark sang by the water
The god of the sun heard her in his flight
And her singing moved him so, he came and brought her
The gift of sight,
He gave her sight.
And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendour
Of this beautiful young god, so proud and strong
And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender,
"Come along,


Fly with me, my meadowlark,
Fly with me on the silver morning.
Past the sea where the dolphins bark,
We will dance on the coral beaches,
Make a feast of the plums and peaches,
Just as far as your vision reaches,
Fly with me."


But the meadowlark said no,
For the old king loved her so,
She couldn't bear to wound his pride.
So the sun god flew away and when the king came down that day,
He found his meadowlark had died.
Every time I heard that part I cried.


And now I stand here, starry-eyed and stormy.
Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb,
A beautiful young man appears before me
Singing "Come
Oh, won't you come?"
And what can I do if finally for the first time
The one I'm burning for returns the glow?
If love has come at last it's picked the worst time
Still I know
I've got to go.


Fly away, meadowlark.
Fly away in the silver morning.
If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark,
So it's off where the days won't bind me.
I know I leave wounds behind me,
But I won't let tomorrow find me
Back this way.


Before my past once again can blind me,
Fly away.


And we won't wait to say goodbye,
My beautiful young man and I.

select few

Gepoon deppen, totte le flame mutol. Non ette balere. Seme me gormisimo e potulaisimo con tumi. Forever Again. Wish I could learn something from these experiences: I hate them all.