November 24, 2008

Flower Garden

There is a flower that dwells in a garden,
from the world it begs its pardon.
Expelling light and luxurious savor,
tempting all with enduring favor. 
Shining its love to all that lives.

There is a nail inside this garden,
through these years has begun to harden.
at one time it had beamed in the sun,
Yet all that hope has become undone.
indifference now is all it gives.

This flower has now met this nail,
attempting to make its happiness fail.
The garden is filled with confusion,
Dealing with this unholy fusion.
As when age and trouble meets our mind,
our sincere love becomes hard to find.


November 22, 2008

Your Wrong, Dumb and a Pussy!

These are the responses I get when I say that Muslims aren't predestined to be violent. Serves me right.

November 17, 2008

I need a blog name

So here we are, a brand new blog without a name. What to do?

Lets see if we can improv something up. I'll start with something about me that I want to incorporate and maybe some sort of colorful imagery. Why don't I ask myself a couple of questions to get me started. Lets see...

What do you like most?
politics, making people laugh, biting gossip, and a car that works. My kitty, Baby.

What do you like in other people? We'll go ahead and say in women.
I like women that are smart and funny. I find that intelligence and humor are often correlated, people who are unintelligent usually aren't funny. However, just because someones smart doesn't mean they can make me laugh. So finding a woman with both is hard but defiantly worth the search. I also like boobs.

What makes you fucked up?
I have trouble expressing Passion for other people. I turn everything into a joke and laugh at it so I will be accepted. My parents divorce has caused a large amount of damage emotionally that I have not found a proper way to deal with. I constantly look for father figures. When I discover that I begin to idolize another male in place of my father, I take a look into the abyss that is the hole within myself. This is defiantly when I feel the weakest as a person. I also cannot lift heavy things.

Whats you least favorite thing?
Larry the Cable Guy

Hmm... So I guess we can go to something that involves a cat, gossip, politics, laughter, fathers, loss, judgment, stupid rednecks.

Atticus Finch: THE CAT-BOOBs!

That feels like it hits most everything. If I come up with something later it will change. Until then, respect the cat boobs

Vanity

I am... Why am I. I never made a Facebook, I never made a myspace, yet I assume that everyone will want to know about me and read what I right as I sit at home in boxers. Am I so conceited that I think people will enjoy reading the thoughts I have between the time I take looking for naked pictures of Beyonce and the time I take when I try to figure out the correct way to spell pragmatist?

Yes... and I typed pragmatist into google and spelled it right, this guys a winner.

I have no idea what I will wright, nor how long I will do it. Most likely nobody will read this. If you do, I hope maybe I have something that I can teach you... Like how to spell pragmatist.