Happy T-Gives, which is my version of Thanksgiving because I am that lazy. Regardless, I figured I would just write a list of things I am thankful for and then call it a blog ...
Colors
Nature
Smiles
Friends
Family
Pandas
Being Alive
Health
Relaxation
Stuffed Animals
Little Acts of Kindness
Poetry
Tolerance
Differences Between Our Population
Peace
Music
Charity
Pasta
Blogs
Trees
The Universe
Strangers
Blankets and Pillows
Everything and Everyone I have ever encountered
Thank you for being there.
Enjoy the day!
26 November, 2009
19 November, 2009
RIP
Dearest "End";
You and I were just beginning to be the greatest friends. You easily helped me get from where I was to where I needed to be with just one stroke. You eased the stress of me slapping belligerently my right arrow key, who now also is feeling the pain of your early departure. I was finally getting to know you, the essence of your existence and I was just beginning to utilize you for all of your capabilities. Your partner in crime, "Home," also will miss you, as he can only complete one half of the job. I am sorry that as we were finally connecting, I decided it was best to attempt surgery on you. I knew you were in pain from the lack of spring in your step, I wanted to fix you. I tried using all of the other methods I knew before going in for the surgery. It was a matter of life or death, and unfortunately, the result was the latter. I really never meant to hurt you, I never wanted to. You just frustrated me with your rigid touch, I needed to make you livelier once more. And I murdered you. As simple as that. I killed you, and now all that is left is your squishy organ, but without you it is just not the same. Now I must search for the epicenter in order to even get it your cadaver to function.
I will miss you greatly, "End." You were becoming my new best friend, but I denied us that happiness. Thank you for always being there and helping me throughout this stressful time of year.
Rest in peace.
Love always,
TJ
You and I were just beginning to be the greatest friends. You easily helped me get from where I was to where I needed to be with just one stroke. You eased the stress of me slapping belligerently my right arrow key, who now also is feeling the pain of your early departure. I was finally getting to know you, the essence of your existence and I was just beginning to utilize you for all of your capabilities. Your partner in crime, "Home," also will miss you, as he can only complete one half of the job. I am sorry that as we were finally connecting, I decided it was best to attempt surgery on you. I knew you were in pain from the lack of spring in your step, I wanted to fix you. I tried using all of the other methods I knew before going in for the surgery. It was a matter of life or death, and unfortunately, the result was the latter. I really never meant to hurt you, I never wanted to. You just frustrated me with your rigid touch, I needed to make you livelier once more. And I murdered you. As simple as that. I killed you, and now all that is left is your squishy organ, but without you it is just not the same. Now I must search for the epicenter in order to even get it your cadaver to function.
I will miss you greatly, "End." You were becoming my new best friend, but I denied us that happiness. Thank you for always being there and helping me throughout this stressful time of year.
Rest in peace.
Love always,
TJ
16 November, 2009
Untitled
Untitled
Here is an experiment like the one Dr. Frankenstein performed,
To create life out of nothing more than electric shock like sticking a fork in an electrical outlet.
For my words are as limp as a cadaver's arms
Trying to slap you like a mother hits her disobeying child
But you are like a robber and steal my vitality like a drunk drinks his beer,
As quick as a Thomson's Gazelle escaping his demise.
You stand there as cool as the middle of December,
Eating my body like the customers of the Demon Barber of Fleet Street,
And smile as big as a upside-down umbrella across your face.
You know me like a proven science, my actions as unpredictable as tears following sadness
And I have no idea who you are like a stranger with a mask wearing a hat.
But you will continually claw at me as a kitten claws at yarn
until my face is like a raw bloodied chunk of meat.
So take your prize like kids swipe candy during Halloween
and look at me as a dog does his bone,
Because I no longer live like I used to in harmony and content,
But like a child finding out that Santa does not exist.
Here is an experiment like the one Dr. Frankenstein performed,
To create life out of nothing more than electric shock like sticking a fork in an electrical outlet.
For my words are as limp as a cadaver's arms
Trying to slap you like a mother hits her disobeying child
But you are like a robber and steal my vitality like a drunk drinks his beer,
As quick as a Thomson's Gazelle escaping his demise.
You stand there as cool as the middle of December,
Eating my body like the customers of the Demon Barber of Fleet Street,
And smile as big as a upside-down umbrella across your face.
You know me like a proven science, my actions as unpredictable as tears following sadness
And I have no idea who you are like a stranger with a mask wearing a hat.
But you will continually claw at me as a kitten claws at yarn
until my face is like a raw bloodied chunk of meat.
So take your prize like kids swipe candy during Halloween
and look at me as a dog does his bone,
Because I no longer live like I used to in harmony and content,
But like a child finding out that Santa does not exist.
The Floor
Either my roommate has the hottest feet ever or he peed on the floor because tiles should not be that warm when my feet touch them.
That is all I have for today.
So enjoy this silly limerick and haiku I made up about the previously stated predicament.
The Tiles
The floor seems warm underneath my feet
Where the skin of my toes and the tile meet
So I check under my heel
To see what I feel
And hope that pee is not the cause of the heat
Yeah, Limericks are not my strong suit
Warmth
Tiles generate
Heat that they should not possess
Hope it is not pee
Haikus are so much better
I really don't know why I even bothered posting this.
"Sometimes when the world is uncertain, you just have to hope and continue on with life."
That is all I have for today.
So enjoy this silly limerick and haiku I made up about the previously stated predicament.
The Tiles
The floor seems warm underneath my feet
Where the skin of my toes and the tile meet
So I check under my heel
To see what I feel
And hope that pee is not the cause of the heat
Yeah, Limericks are not my strong suit
Warmth
Tiles generate
Heat that they should not possess
Hope it is not pee
Haikus are so much better
I really don't know why I even bothered posting this.
"Sometimes when the world is uncertain, you just have to hope and continue on with life."
09 November, 2009
Falling Back Into ...
...Anonymity
Oh! How the days seemed so vibrant and luminous in the days of yore. How the title of this blog needs to be switched, as no longer am I falling from anonymity as I once was, but instead regressing back to my state of falling into it once more. It is not that this truly bothers me to the point where I cannot go forward with my life, as I am a strong enough individual to know my own self-worth, however, to never be acknowledged does also take a toll on the human body and ego.
I am aware that my physical attractiveness will never be able to grace a "highly acclaimed" beauty magazine, where even though you are not even looking at the magazine rack the front cover model it catches your eye while you knee deep in Aisle 14-- Cookies and Chips. However, I am also aware I am not ugly either, but basically all of these are subjective terms used to basically inflate or debase the egos of those around us and give money guzzling companies canvases in which they can display their products for consumers to masturbate over in their bedrooms at night. I will not be that person that everyone unanimously thinks is so gorgeous, but I'm okay with that. However, I am overshadowed to the point where not only is my outward appearance being deflected into the black hole of social outcasts, but apparently I no longer am given the time of day to speak without my words also being deflected into, let's arbitrarily name it, the seventeenth dimension. I am confident enough to know that what I say has value, but from the looks of society it seems the ones that ramble on about absolutely nothing and boast about themselves are given the most attention. Furthermore, there are other random characteristics which seem to be predetermined in peoples mind that if you do not have from the beginning, they tend to simply write you off. Since when did this need to have erratic traits ever exist for someone to listen to someone else? It is as if I am not Canadian, I cannot speak about the Toronto Maple Leafs. Don't dismiss me based off of nonsense. Society has shaped us like the clay to harden into a hallow outer shell. It is something I guess I need to start getting used to...
I do wish to stress it is not that I want to be the center of attention, I just want acknowledgment of my existence. Because as I started this post as ... it feels like I am falling straight back into anonymity...
Oh! How the days seemed so vibrant and luminous in the days of yore. How the title of this blog needs to be switched, as no longer am I falling from anonymity as I once was, but instead regressing back to my state of falling into it once more. It is not that this truly bothers me to the point where I cannot go forward with my life, as I am a strong enough individual to know my own self-worth, however, to never be acknowledged does also take a toll on the human body and ego.
I am aware that my physical attractiveness will never be able to grace a "highly acclaimed" beauty magazine, where even though you are not even looking at the magazine rack the front cover model it catches your eye while you knee deep in Aisle 14-- Cookies and Chips. However, I am also aware I am not ugly either, but basically all of these are subjective terms used to basically inflate or debase the egos of those around us and give money guzzling companies canvases in which they can display their products for consumers to masturbate over in their bedrooms at night. I will not be that person that everyone unanimously thinks is so gorgeous, but I'm okay with that. However, I am overshadowed to the point where not only is my outward appearance being deflected into the black hole of social outcasts, but apparently I no longer am given the time of day to speak without my words also being deflected into, let's arbitrarily name it, the seventeenth dimension. I am confident enough to know that what I say has value, but from the looks of society it seems the ones that ramble on about absolutely nothing and boast about themselves are given the most attention. Furthermore, there are other random characteristics which seem to be predetermined in peoples mind that if you do not have from the beginning, they tend to simply write you off. Since when did this need to have erratic traits ever exist for someone to listen to someone else? It is as if I am not Canadian, I cannot speak about the Toronto Maple Leafs. Don't dismiss me based off of nonsense. Society has shaped us like the clay to harden into a hallow outer shell. It is something I guess I need to start getting used to...
I do wish to stress it is not that I want to be the center of attention, I just want acknowledgment of my existence. Because as I started this post as ... it feels like I am falling straight back into anonymity...
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