kanufixit_33: Uh-oh, warning.
profpants69: wut now?
kanufixit_33: Bitch alert, coming at full speed ahead... please evacuate the building if possible, or take cover in a safe place far from breakables and blunt, heavy objects.
profpants69: wut the fuk now?
kanufixit_33: I am just warning you that Jess is livid with you.
profpants69: livid dude? rly? jus say mad.
kanufixit_33: Okay, she wants to kick the shit out of you, better?
kanufixit_33: If I were you, I'd shut off your phone and just hide in bed for the next ... decade or so.
profpants69: i dun understand her pro.
profpants69: dont cheat on my best frend like i dun see this bein a hard concept to undrstand
kanufixit_33: True but was it necessary to post it around the town?
profpants69: fuk ya. my status on fb says it all too
profpants69: "jess, you a ho, have fun with your diseases."
kanufixit_33: A tad bit unnecessary no?
profpants69: not at all in fact i think i was too nice on her
kanufixit_33: Oh yeah, publicly professing promiscuity of a girl you have little connect to other than your best friend was dating her.
kanufixit_33: Ever think about how it affects him?
profpants69: it doesnt he did not cheat on her, she cheated on him.
profpants69: h/o fone
profpants69: she is the biggest bitch on the planet
kanufixit_33: You seemed fine with her before she cheated on Sanz
profpants69: bc she was cool then
profpants69: now she is a skank
profpants69: with clamidia or however the fuck you spell that
kanufixit_33: I think you should back a little bit off of her dude.
profpants69: i think you shuld get the fuck on her shit
profpants69: y arent you "livid" at her
profpants69: u are friends with Sanz too
kanufixit_33: Sure, what I think she did is disrespectful and awful but, I was not dating her, Sanz was.
profpants69: yea and u are sanz friend
kanufixit_33: Yeah, but I also know he can handle this situation without my bashing of her.
profpants69: dude you have to make him feel better, and wut other way other then make fun of a cheating whore?
kanufixit_33: Oh I don't know, reassuring him that things will hurt but time heals all.
profpants69: that is the stupidest thin i ever hear
profpants69: heard*
profpants69: regardles he obvi needs to just get over the dumb bitch
kanufixit_33: All I am saying is that this is a bit ridiculous that everyone is up in arms and facebooking this shit like it is the next nuclear war. People cheat on people. It is a harsh cruel fact about dating and life. Welcome to the age of 50% divorces.
profpants69: w/e dude
profpants69: you need to realize that this world is too short not to have fun with it
kanufixit_33: And you need to realize that life is too short to make huge ordeals about everything that happens.
kanufixit_33: Maybe if the sun blew up and we had 8 minutes to live, I would suggest you write that on a facebook status
kanufixit_33: "we have 8 minutes until we die!! Bitches Ho Fuckfaces!"
kanufixit_33: that is how you go about writing it right?
profpants69: wut is yur prob
profpants69: help a friend and stop being a pansy
kanufixit_33: What is your problem? Stop butting into other people's ordeals!
profpants69: ordeals
profpants69: your a tool
kanufixit_33: and you're* an idiot
kanufixit_33: People talk and talk and talk. They sit around gossiping like nothing else in the world matters except the world of drama. The world is a stage, they say, because I am so smart and I quote Shakespeare. We are all players, they say, and I want to have the most interesting life
kanufixit_33: but when my mundane life of ordinary stops short, I must create more melodrama using other people as bait for my horrendous and malicious plots against humanity
profpants69: umm talk about melodrama
kanufixit_33: You know what, drop it. I'm here for Sanz, but where were you when all of this happened?
profpants69: ....
kanufixit_33: Oh, that's right. Banging his girlfriend. But true, I am not here for him, you are.
kanufixit_33: Change that facebook status from Jess to Chris, you mess.
profpants69: ....
profpants69: dude what the fuck are you talkin about? i ddid not bang jess
kanufixit_33: Really? That is not what Jess is saying.
profpants69: r u serious?
profpants69: do you think I would?
profpants69: the bitch is trying to get back at me
kanufixit_33: I got to go. Enjoy your night.
20 February, 2010
16 February, 2010
Slase II
I am trying not to make this a consistent thing ... but sometimes I cannot help but write in Slase.
Ix'täönï jä umákkë bóyant ä-köx, räpa sëya-pïëk ix´täbaun tróniltï. Nïnä ë-kkëalësen, täönï jä umákkë, raxpü täböxö vin, hïwap ... täböxö skwig win ya-sanë pïëkö ë-zä vintö. Ix´täönï puräsä cöm ä-krököant, hï tääkkä böxönös ëp óv tïfän. Täjä hïwapblö, shö ëpjä töt. Täjä vinnö ë-ya öxawä shö täjä hïwapblö. Ix´täjä gugartï, óvjä ya-pöüs win zä-hïwapsen. Tädejüt ix´täpuräsä raru, shö täües ya-älö müdëus täbaun öd... jä tävin shö täjä hïwap.
=)
Ix'täönï jä umákkë bóyant ä-köx, räpa sëya-pïëk ix´täbaun tróniltï. Nïnä ë-kkëalësen, täönï jä umákkë, raxpü täböxö vin, hïwap ... täböxö skwig win ya-sanë pïëkö ë-zä vintö. Ix´täönï puräsä cöm ä-krököant, hï tääkkä böxönös ëp óv tïfän. Täjä hïwapblö, shö ëpjä töt. Täjä vinnö ë-ya öxawä shö täjä hïwapblö. Ix´täjä gugartï, óvjä ya-pöüs win zä-hïwapsen. Tädejüt ix´täpuräsä raru, shö täües ya-älö müdëus täbaun öd... jä tävin shö täjä hïwap.
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14 February, 2010
The Shortest Poem
the shortest poem
that i can write
about the way i feel
towards you
may only be
a few short words
but they mean more
than what i can do
for actions are nice
and kind and polite
but sometimes
you misconstrue
but nothing
can confuse you
when i whisper
i love you
that i can write
about the way i feel
towards you
may only be
a few short words
but they mean more
than what i can do
for actions are nice
and kind and polite
but sometimes
you misconstrue
but nothing
can confuse you
when i whisper
i love you
Just Me
You have the most amazing eyes,
I know that I have told you before,
but I cannot help but stare into them,
completely entranced by the hue.
And your smile, is a perfect art,
with da Vinci´s immaculate precision
drawn upon your smooth skinned face,
and the envy of all Greek gods.
The arms of complete comfort,
legs of lengthening beauty,
and hair as free as untamed horses,
the embodiment of a marbled hero
And my friends always ask me,
why I think you are so gorgeous,
but I always think it is obvious,
with just one glance at your face.
Maybe it is just me.
I know that I have told you before,
but I cannot help but stare into them,
completely entranced by the hue.
And your smile, is a perfect art,
with da Vinci´s immaculate precision
drawn upon your smooth skinned face,
and the envy of all Greek gods.
The arms of complete comfort,
legs of lengthening beauty,
and hair as free as untamed horses,
the embodiment of a marbled hero
And my friends always ask me,
why I think you are so gorgeous,
but I always think it is obvious,
with just one glance at your face.
Maybe it is just me.
11 February, 2010
Failed Sonnet
Sonnet I
Another wasted winter morning sleep
without a kiss upon my frozen cheek.
For you, my love, do not you count the sheep,
Before engaged in promptly what you seek.
The day does seem so monotone and long
with winds of torment chilling human bone
No flame nor fire could provoke such song
between my heart and head, neither alone
The winter day is doubly frigid cold
Without the sun's relieving touch an' glow
And night forgets your beauty does behold
more warmth than a thousand stars could bestow
Enwrap, entice, be my warm able crutch
And please enlighten my numb fingers' touch
Another wasted winter morning sleep
without a kiss upon my frozen cheek.
For you, my love, do not you count the sheep,
Before engaged in promptly what you seek.
The day does seem so monotone and long
with winds of torment chilling human bone
No flame nor fire could provoke such song
between my heart and head, neither alone
The winter day is doubly frigid cold
Without the sun's relieving touch an' glow
And night forgets your beauty does behold
more warmth than a thousand stars could bestow
Enwrap, entice, be my warm able crutch
And please enlighten my numb fingers' touch
10 February, 2010
Shakespeare
I am not Shakespeare,
No sonnets do my pens scribble,
craft perfectly,
nor contain words that make your heart melt.
And never do I tell stories
as romantic and epically charming
as Romeo and Juliet.
Not in newspapers, magazines or textbooks
will you find my poetry,
nor will my name grace the world
outside the realm of my friends.
For my words remain as mundane
as the daily household chores we slave,
and as trivial as the food we consume.
No singing of mine is in perfect pitch,
nor will it make you blush a scarlet red,
and I have trouble expressing all
my feelings, thoughts,and sentiments,
And although I know I am far from flawless,
and that no Shakespeare am I,
there is thing I can finally say:
"Your smile is the most gorgeous thing
I have ever seen in my life."
Not elegantly put, nor beautifully rehearsed,
as raw as working hands,
and colloquial is an understatement,
of what has just been said,
but your smile has captured me in silence,
that my lips can no longer eloquently utter
the eloquence of your existence.
No sonnets do my pens scribble,
craft perfectly,
nor contain words that make your heart melt.
And never do I tell stories
as romantic and epically charming
as Romeo and Juliet.
Not in newspapers, magazines or textbooks
will you find my poetry,
nor will my name grace the world
outside the realm of my friends.
For my words remain as mundane
as the daily household chores we slave,
and as trivial as the food we consume.
No singing of mine is in perfect pitch,
nor will it make you blush a scarlet red,
and I have trouble expressing all
my feelings, thoughts,and sentiments,
And although I know I am far from flawless,
and that no Shakespeare am I,
there is thing I can finally say:
"Your smile is the most gorgeous thing
I have ever seen in my life."
Not elegantly put, nor beautifully rehearsed,
as raw as working hands,
and colloquial is an understatement,
of what has just been said,
but your smile has captured me in silence,
that my lips can no longer eloquently utter
the eloquence of your existence.
09 February, 2010
The Prince
There is a prince,
Who sits in his room reading tales,
of love and romance,
written at the beginning of time,
with faeries, dragons and evil witches.
He reads them frequently,
For several hours each and every day,
up in his room,
only stopping to eat and sleep,
to dream of the life fighting dragons and witches.
Never does he grow tired,
of the same storyline every hour,
with a gallant knight,
fighting the fire breathing monster,
in order to be with his fair maiden.
He is lost in this world,
imagining himself the protagonist,
slaying mercilessly for his one true love,
who unquestionably loves him back,
and they live happily ever after.
He dreams his own novel,
in his mind he fought,
day in and day out to win the heart,
of the girl behind the wooden door,
screaming pleas and cries of help.
There is a prince,
sitting in the room that I stare at,
reading by candlelight the tales of the past,
envisioning himself a part of it,
and I scream pleas and cries of help.
He is my prince,
head in his books,
reading about the love of his life,
who waits for his sweeping hug,
and I stand with arms wide open.
Who sits in his room reading tales,
of love and romance,
written at the beginning of time,
with faeries, dragons and evil witches.
He reads them frequently,
For several hours each and every day,
up in his room,
only stopping to eat and sleep,
to dream of the life fighting dragons and witches.
Never does he grow tired,
of the same storyline every hour,
with a gallant knight,
fighting the fire breathing monster,
in order to be with his fair maiden.
He is lost in this world,
imagining himself the protagonist,
slaying mercilessly for his one true love,
who unquestionably loves him back,
and they live happily ever after.
He dreams his own novel,
in his mind he fought,
day in and day out to win the heart,
of the girl behind the wooden door,
screaming pleas and cries of help.
There is a prince,
sitting in the room that I stare at,
reading by candlelight the tales of the past,
envisioning himself a part of it,
and I scream pleas and cries of help.
He is my prince,
head in his books,
reading about the love of his life,
who waits for his sweeping hug,
and I stand with arms wide open.
08 February, 2010
Realization III
you made me realize...
... that the world spins inevitably ...
... and that even without you i would not fly off ...
... because you are not holding me to the ground...
... even if i want you to...
... because you are not the source of my existence ...
... like the air i breathe or water i drink ...
... but just the nectar which sweetens it ...
you made me realize...
... that i can live without you ...
... although i cannot imagine that world ...
... the roses would still smell ...
... to me of your distant memory ...
... and the wind still would whisper ...
... the words that no longer escape your lips ...
... but i would be alive ...
you made me realize...
... there are other people in the world ...
... although your eyes are the most entrancing ...
... and when one door closes another shall open ...
... yet not to your house ...
... so the future inevitably will come ...
... with or without you ...
... with my smile still in your palm ...
you made me realize...
... i will never be alone even if you go ...
... "your friends," you whisper ...
... and the earth will not spontaneously combust ...
... the feeling would burn though ...
... nor will it freeze over to a barren arctic wasteland ...
... and i will be strong ...
... because you are not everything in my life ...
you made me realize...
... my body will function the same before and after you ...
... for you are not a drug nor disease ...
... and the pain only stings for a moment ...
... like the prick of a needle ...
... and soon i will forget the pain i felt ...
... but never that it was caused to me ...
... because the past is important to who i am today ...
you made me realize...
... that even though i can't write romantically ...
... with the blood in my faltering fingers ...
... you still believe in me ...
... and love me just the same ...
... kiss my cheek before i pass out on your side of the bed ...
... because i was so comfortable having you hold me ...
... and i dream of being awake in your arms once more ...
you made me realize...
... i really do not want anyone else ...
... just you ...
... to spoil, to kiss, to hold deep into the darkness ...
... where the horizon meets the drop ...
... so we can fly into the oblivion that is strength...
... of heart and soul ...
... as one complete being because ...
you made me realize...
... that when you are with me ...
... i think of nothing else ...
... and everything you made me realize before ...
... i completely forget ...
... and i fly off the world and into your arms ...
... and breathe you in like oxygen ...
... because i cannot live this world without you ...
... that the world spins inevitably ...
... and that even without you i would not fly off ...
... because you are not holding me to the ground...
... even if i want you to...
... because you are not the source of my existence ...
... like the air i breathe or water i drink ...
... but just the nectar which sweetens it ...
you made me realize...
... that i can live without you ...
... although i cannot imagine that world ...
... the roses would still smell ...
... to me of your distant memory ...
... and the wind still would whisper ...
... the words that no longer escape your lips ...
... but i would be alive ...
you made me realize...
... there are other people in the world ...
... although your eyes are the most entrancing ...
... and when one door closes another shall open ...
... yet not to your house ...
... so the future inevitably will come ...
... with or without you ...
... with my smile still in your palm ...
you made me realize...
... i will never be alone even if you go ...
... "your friends," you whisper ...
... and the earth will not spontaneously combust ...
... the feeling would burn though ...
... nor will it freeze over to a barren arctic wasteland ...
... and i will be strong ...
... because you are not everything in my life ...
you made me realize...
... my body will function the same before and after you ...
... for you are not a drug nor disease ...
... and the pain only stings for a moment ...
... like the prick of a needle ...
... and soon i will forget the pain i felt ...
... but never that it was caused to me ...
... because the past is important to who i am today ...
you made me realize...
... that even though i can't write romantically ...
... with the blood in my faltering fingers ...
... you still believe in me ...
... and love me just the same ...
... kiss my cheek before i pass out on your side of the bed ...
... because i was so comfortable having you hold me ...
... and i dream of being awake in your arms once more ...
you made me realize...
... i really do not want anyone else ...
... just you ...
... to spoil, to kiss, to hold deep into the darkness ...
... where the horizon meets the drop ...
... so we can fly into the oblivion that is strength...
... of heart and soul ...
... as one complete being because ...
you made me realize...
... that when you are with me ...
... i think of nothing else ...
... and everything you made me realize before ...
... i completely forget ...
... and i fly off the world and into your arms ...
... and breathe you in like oxygen ...
... because i cannot live this world without you ...
07 February, 2010
Slase
Why I even maintain the idea that I have a blog when I blatantly no longer write in it is beyond me, but regardless, it gives me a place to write when I want to.... unfortunately for the normal English speaking world ... this blog is not for you ...
Täthërm ëp ix´täjä fëan, desï, täjä lë sin-öxawäs... shö täthërm erëjä lulektons nä sönëas fëanel nüfex tä. Öt, täthërm ëp ix´täjä ya-rekkóöp köx sësö. Räpa... yuna tääkkä ëx böxönö ëp ix´täjä bóstun skwig win pil-sönëas. Quä täänï... täëyö täjä kkïwönöblö. Süd, täönï ä-köx nïikbaun ës pás zä kröcösen, shö nóyaun täjä pütra shö krökö rëek tätemë sönëas. Täjä kkérëfrän, täjä kröcö, ix´tägugaruf, räpa täjä pëaur shö kamef. Täjä patïblö, tääkkä ä-trëpö máér. Täthërm täÿpäuf ¨tek¨ ansö, räpa ix´täönï önïvö, klö quä ix´óvönï grësöñë. Tähösum. Klö tï óvänï zä kröcösen, óvbaun äkkätï. Ya-redölë winvö jä öt-mar winquä ix´ö-äkkä.
Yup.
Täthërm ëp ix´täjä fëan, desï, täjä lë sin-öxawäs... shö täthërm erëjä lulektons nä sönëas fëanel nüfex tä. Öt, täthërm ëp ix´täjä ya-rekkóöp köx sësö. Räpa... yuna tääkkä ëx böxönö ëp ix´täjä bóstun skwig win pil-sönëas. Quä täänï... täëyö täjä kkïwönöblö. Süd, täönï ä-köx nïikbaun ës pás zä kröcösen, shö nóyaun täjä pütra shö krökö rëek tätemë sönëas. Täjä kkérëfrän, täjä kröcö, ix´tägugaruf, räpa täjä pëaur shö kamef. Täjä patïblö, tääkkä ä-trëpö máér. Täthërm täÿpäuf ¨tek¨ ansö, räpa ix´täönï önïvö, klö quä ix´óvönï grësöñë. Tähösum. Klö tï óvänï zä kröcösen, óvbaun äkkätï. Ya-redölë winvö jä öt-mar winquä ix´ö-äkkä.
Yup.
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