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September 01, 12:08 PM
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September 01, 06:23 AM
Focus
By: Brandon Elliott
Focus on the positive, fight off fear's demise.
Tear off a piece of happiness, focus on the highs.
The sleeping moon will shade your dreams
with violets and a whim.
To hold your own in the rising water;
To refuse to sink, to swim.
Focus on the early morn, be the only one.
Tackle every negative thought, focus on the Sun.
The I Don't Care's will resolve themselves
as "not good enough" fades away.
To juggle emotions as the wind recycles;
To stop yourself, to stay.
Focus on the cancelling, don't be afraid to be insane.
Shatter what you used to know, focus on the pouring rain.
And every connection will come unglued,
every string will tug your Soul.
To be yourself in a world of Don'ts;
to love everything--to lose control. -
August 31, 03:01 AM
Sorry
I'm sorry that you're reading this,
I'm sorry that you care.
I'm sorry that in about five minutes,
these words will disappear.
I'm sorry that the grass is green;
that it's desperate to reach the sky.
I'm sorry that it makes you mad
when all I'm trying to do is try.
I'm sorry that to be loved,
you have to make everyone else feel sorry.
I'm sorry that I gained your trust.
I'm sorry that I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that you're reading this,
I'm sorry that I'm scared.
I'm sorry that I told the truth,
why should I have even dared?
I'm sorry that the world is round;
that it revolves around my arrogance.
I'm sorry that I never win,
and that it hurts to hear your silence.
I'm sorry that I lack the motivation,
to rise against the grain.
I'm sorry that I'm not good enough.
I'm sorry that I'm so plain.
I'm sorry that you're reading this,
I'm sorry I'm unprepared.
I'm sorry that I miss the days,
when no one ever stared.
I'm sorry that I am so shy,
so sheltered and misconstrued.
I'm sorry that you've grown to hate me,
I don't mean to be so rude.
I'm sorry that gravity
couldn't hold me down to Earth.
I'm sorry that my heart's still beating.
I've been sorry ever since birth. -
August 22, 02:40 PM
Violins
Violins
By: Brandon Elliott Entranced among the dancing masses,
the violins still play.
Wherever you go, the shadows follow
to slow you, to make you pray.
And you can hide, you can cover,
you can even make a run.
But the sleeping greys,
with their fiery passion,
will straddle along the Sun.
The swaying highs and the morning lows,
combined with all the blue,
stops for no one, no matter what
no matter what you do.
And you can hide, you can flounder,
you can even run away.
But then again, it's all the same.
February, March, April, May.
Ten thousand smiles could light the path
with the words that you'll never say.
Entranced among the dancing masses,
the violins still play. -
August 21, 12:00 AM
Seven Minutes In Heaven (Part One)
“They say, when you’re about to die, that your life flashes before your eyes. Time practically comes to a halt and all your memories are relived in that final moment. From your first day of kindergarten when you tried to cut that cootie-infected girl’s hair while you were supposed to be napping. Crying your eyes out the first time you fell after taking the training wheels off of your bicycle, when dad gives you the standard talk about getting back on the horse. High school; finding out who you are and who you want to be. Trying out for the basketball team and tripping over your own feet. Discovering who your friends are and who just wanted to cheat on the Spanish test. And walking across the stage on that final day, without ever telling that special girl how you feel about her. One of many missed opportunities. Like blowing off the SATs to practice with your garage band. I mean, who needs college when you’re gonna be a rock star? Sooner or later though, reality sets in and the only opportunities still afforded to you are a minimum wage job and splitting the rent of a tiny cramped apartment with your former band mates. Sure, there are tough times. Memories you wish you didn’t have to see again. But I’ve realized that in our short stay in this world, the tough times, the difficult and dark days in our past, don’t have to spoil the good ones. Likewise, the good times don’t necessary make up for the bad ones. However… there are some truly perfect times; gloriously shining moments that no depressing thought or forgotten sin can overshadow… like when you stand up in front of everyone you know and say ‘I do’ to the love of your life. Or the first time you hold your baby girl and see just how precious she really is... hear her beautiful shrill voice crying for mommy… feel her take her first breathes of air… and listen to her heartbeat through her fragile little chest while she sleeps…”Eric trailed off into silence and stared out of focus into his empty palms, gently overlaying each other in his lap.“Is that what you saw, Eric?” Dr. Parker softly asked, rousing him from his trance-like gaze.He looked up with glossy, reddening eyes. He was tired. Permanent dark circles and deep cut wrinkles made him appear older than he actually was. His short dark hair and scruffy unshaven face were peppered with pre-mature gray.“Yeah,” he sighed after a beat, “the last thing I saw was my daughter’s face.”“Er…” Dr. Parker started.“BUT,” Eric exclaimed before she could finish a syllable, “but that’s not the end!”“Oh really?” the doctor asked, somewhat taken aback by the vibrancy of her patient’s words, “What else did you see?”“You know how folks say they’re in a dark tunnel and see a light that gets closer and closer?” He paused for Dr. Parker to nod in agreement. “Well Tess,” he started with half a grin, “do you know what’s at the other end of the tunnel?”To be continued... -
August 16, 11:37 PM
Circles
It feels as if I'm walking in circlesMy life flashes by like the memories of a strangerI don't know where I'm at or where this is taking meI need to stop movingI need to start breathingThere was a train wreck where my thoughts used to beA rude awakening to the dreams that once were mineThe blood is spreading onto the checkerboard canvas of my memoryIt fills me upIt brings me downI'm spinning recklessly as I fallThis is getting far too out of controlI hit the ground repeatedly and in a blurThis isn't workingI need to changeThis is beginning to eat away my timeIt's standing before me in a strange and ugly truthThe destruction is slowly sinking into my heartI'm an open woundPlease don't destroy meI'm wandering in a white-washed abyssThe past year echoes around me in whispersI wish the silence would come fasterFor now, I am walking in circlesWaiting for the day you arrive -
August 15, 09:18 PM
Getting Out
Staring through the window,Watching the world pass in front of you,The sea of opportunities you once looked past,Finally caught your eye,Making you realize you couldn't let them get away.The soft sound of rain hitting the glass,Distracting you from the life you leave in your rearview mirror,So you can hold onto the second chances you've been given.The bridges you've burned,Were put into flames to escape the unforgiving glares.The people who said they would always be there,Weren't when you needed their help,When things you believed you knew,Changed into masses of confusion,No one was there to sort out the truth.The only thing standing by you was the way out.The ones you've left behind will move on,Leaving you to hold a place in their memories,A bookmark in the past.But you will never forget how they broke you with their disappointment,Breaking you further and further with each blow.They taught you the lessons you never wanted to know.You packed away everything,Left no proof to say you were ever there,The miles and miles separating you from the hate,Will be covered watching the world pass through the rain speckled window. -
August 15, 05:22 PM
Bruises Pt.11
I run up the stairs my eyes set on the landing, desperately hoping I can reach it. I don't want to feel the pain but I know that what I am doing right now is buying myself time. It won't last the day, it won't even last an hour.I run into my room and close the door. My fingers shake as I put on the lock. my mum slams her fist against the door in a mixture of frustration and rage, my heart slams into my ribcage with an equal amount of fear.The lock loosens slightly every time she bangs on the door. I try hard not to concentrate on this; I decide to find refuge in my music and turn on the stereo.The strum of a guitar fills my room, flooding my ears with soft music. I may be trapped but no one will hear of the monster that lives behind these walls or about her defenceless victim.Sky black and blue. Blue turned to red . . .I sit against my wall, hugging my legs rocking back and forth, awaiting the worst. She had slammed me against the wall before before I ran. I look down to see my arm is already swelling.Tears slide down my cheeks but I won't make a sound. I walk towards my window and look out at the calmness outside.There's quiet in the streets now, but it's screaming in your head . . .The song plays on and I turn around and see the door shake as my mother put her weight against it. I feel an emotional kind of pain then. What's it like to want to hurt someone so much? What's it like to feel that kind of hate? Why do such feelings even exist?The lock is dangerously loose now. I close my eyes and push myself back into the glass."You'll be okay, you'll be okay," I whisper to myself. I wonder how many times I will have to say it before I believe it.Say it doesn't hurt, it doesn't matter anyhow . . .Through the sound of the music and my whispers I can hear the faint sound of my phone ringing. I pick it up from my night stand and fill with curiosity as Unknown Number flashes on the screen."Hello," I say."I'm at the end of the high street," says a voice. It's a male voice, closed off and rough."Taylor, how did you get this number?" I ask. I can hear him panting at the end of the phone like he's been running miles."That's beside the point," Taylor pants."I'd like to know," I say."Look, just come to the end of the high street now," he says. I sense there's some double meaning in his orders. But I don't have time to ask about it."I'm grounded in my room," I lie, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice."Window?" he suggests. I look out of the window, I'm two storeys up. My eyes settle on the drain pipe, my only means of escape.I consider this. I could do it . . . I hoped."I'll be there in five minutes," I say.I hesitate as I get up on the sill, only thinking of the worst I could face.I take a deep breath preparing myself for the risk I'm taking. I swing my legs over the window sill. If I fall or not at least I won't be here. -
August 14, 03:48 PM
Contagious [Part 19]
My hands wavered like the trees on a cold, breezy day as I walked down the hallway, step by step. My face burnt like the sun was directly on it, but it was just my nerves' way of telling me I wasn't normal. I was constantly reminded of that.
Every time I blinked I saw him standing there. Traced into the back of my mind, like a tundra's ice-coated memories, I saw him, just as I had seen him the night before. And the night before that.
We were in his car, driving. Not to any specific place or anything, although we did always somehow make our way to The Square. That's what anyone who's anyone called this place by interstate 81, where everyone went to party. The trees surrounding it made the shape of a square. I was smoking my fourth cigarette even though they tasted like the bottom of a burnt garbage can. I only smoked when I was with Ivan because I wanted to be everything that he wanted in a girl. And in my mind, that girl smoked, so I did too.
I remember the song "The Man Who Sold The World" by Nirvana coming on the radio and Ivan turning it up.
The doctor continued to lead Ivan's family and I down the hallway and we finally reached his room. I could tell I wasn't the only one that was nervous because of the way he glanced at us right before we had walked through the room entrance.
In a way, looking at Ivan put me at ease. He looked peaceful. He didn't look like he was in a coma. He didn't look like he could very well die soon.
I sat down on the edge of his hospital bed and tried to imagine what was going on behind the scenes, in the deepest realms of the catacombs rooted in his mind, the only place that he probably felt comfortable. I wondered if he was happy there, and if he could feel my hand resting on his. I wondered if he would leave me, like all of the rest.
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August 11, 06:55 PM
All for you
I'm finding my words again, that used to flow effortlessly from my parted lips. Creating mazes and puzzles for you to complete. Where'd your simple words go? The ones that would create the flimsiest of barricades to shield us from reality. Don't forget that time you tore a hole through everything we made.Now I'm left to set you free, and watch you float away from me ever so quickly. No more twists and turns to decipher what I'm saying. In this delicate state, I will remember each memory created between the two of us, and pull them to the surface of reality for the final curtain call. Because our great play has ended.Writer: Jenna Young
Hi, I'm Jenna and I believe in the sand beneath my toes. I'm fourteen, and currently going to high school in a small town outside of Vancouver, British Columbia. If I could be anything, I just want to be happy. -
August 11, 08:44 AM
That Girl
That girl with her head in her hands,Bloodshot eyes,Makeup running over her cheeks,She doesn't know which direction to go.Which path will lead her to where she is supposed to go,And which will only lead her to more destruction.Her mind consumed with questions,All being shouted at her simultaneously.That same girl has a secret though,Something her mind will never understand,When she looks at you,She finds the answers she is searching for,All the pain she once held,Changes into a feeling of safety when she is with you.That girl sees everything she could ever need in you heart,And she hopes that someday you might see the same in hers. -
August 08, 09:43 PM
Hurricane Man
Things have changedI can feel it in the way the wind blows my hair across my faceYour voice crashes like waves against a rocky shoreOur grip tightens as the storm grows strongerMy heart is beating fasterThe hurricane swirls around us in a catastrophic forceWe don’t move and let the destruction gather about usYou cringe when you see the bodiesYour fingers are slippingYou can’t forget what you’ve doneThe past takes over and you lose controlMy mind whirls as you spin away from meI am one of the bodiesI am a whisper of your pastI haunt your memory when you close your eyesYou will never be able to forgetA tear glistens on the floorYou’ve done it againTwo hearts lie broken in the dirtTwo birds with one stone was too muchYou were fakeI wasn’t your one and onlyShe wasn’t your heart and soulWe were your puppets in a sick productionYou’ll do it againThe tides have changedThe moon is waxingYou have found your next victims -
August 08, 06:47 PM
Bruises Pt.10
You read an article, you will get the facts of the situation, a few quotes perhaps. But what about the feeling? The real personal reason behind all those facts? You have to get those answers another way.I'm sitting next to Taylor now, we're alone in the silent hallway. He turns to look at me."You really want me to tell you?" Taylor asks. I nod."Yes, I do," I say. He stares at me hard, trying to seperate the truth from any lies I may have lying under the surface."Fine," he says.He leans his head back on the lockers. His gaze is pointed up, but he doesn't see a strip of blue sky but the bleak school ceiling. He keeps his gaze there though, maybe it's easier for him to speak that way."Wait . . ." he says, "if I tell you this, I get to ask you one thing." I bite my lip before I can protest and nod calmly."Yeah that's fine," I say. I can trust myself to not say the wrong thing, I've practiced it enough times."Well Tom fell apart when my dad left. He had to pull a lot of weight money wise too. He couldn't get a job so he stole and dealt. He got involved with this gang and they . . . he- he stabbed a couple of people and they died. He got caught and they took him away, was front page news a couple of years back," he tells me. His voice is level but his eyes are shining with unshed tears.For a second I am blinded with what everyone else sees. A guy who's family hurt a lot of people. Not to be associated with. But then I'm pulled out of the darkness and see Taylor in my own light. I see a broken boy, lost in a painful past and stuck in a dark present. I see how helpless he is, held responsible for someone elses mistakes."You told me the day of the fight that you're a bad person. What you're brother did doesn't make you a bad person," I say."I wasn't talking about what my brother did," he says. Everything I have learned in the last few minutes becomes instantly irrelevant."Then what were you talking about?" I ask."You only get one question, remember?" he says, smugly. I roll my eyes and sigh. I act cool but inside I'm waiting for him to say. . . "Your turn.""What do you want to know?" I push myself back into the lockers, fearing his reply. I want to say I am strong and smart enough to handle what he says but I don't know, there's something about Taylor which makes all my sense dissapear.He looks down at my arm where there's a deep purple bruise. I tug at my sleeves but it's too little and much too late. I pray he doesn't say what I think he will. Please, please-"How did you get the bruise? There must be a interesing story behind it," Taylor says, ever word slicing through my false front. It feels like he's calmly attacking me, daring me to fight back with an honest answer.The double doors swing open and Dan and his friends walk through. I leap to my feet and run at him. I'm saved. His arms close around me, protecting me from reality, caging me into what I will never be.I need this; I need all of this and no matter how much I yearn to act myself I cannot deny that this, this alternate life, is what gets me through. -
August 05, 03:08 AM
When I Think of Myself
When I think of myself,
my mind cringes with shame,
while I trace my silhouette.
I wrap the molecules around my mind,
these particles that I regret.
I think of the ugly
that I keep deep inside,
this fear that never leaves.
I think of the love
I've tried to find,
this "love" that always deceives.
I think of the happiness I had as a kid,
a boy living in a
bright shade of grey.
I think of the emptiness
that soon followed,
the kind of knowing that never goes away.
When I think of myself,
I think of the people
that doubted me;
that let me go down the drain.
I think of the people
that inspired me to paint
with words that share a secret pain.
When I think of myself,
I get sort of anxious,
like my thoughts won't be enough.
I think of the time
that I stood on your doorstep
at 2AM, wondering if you were up.
When I think of myself,
I get kind of down,
but I know that it could be a lot worse.
Because after all,
it's proof that I can think,
it's proof that I'm not in a Hearse.
When I think of myself,
I think of you
and how happy we could have been
I think of the flowers I picked for you,
the ones that made you grin.
But most of all,
when I think of myself,
I think of what's to come.
Because from this moment on,
nothing will be the same,
nothing will feel as numb. -
August 04, 10:59 PM
This Castle
You have a natural defense within you.
It’s made up of walls and barricades, guarding your hidden secret from the world. Soldiers stand side by side outside the barrier as an extra precaution. With forces alert, you feel slightly safer locked up in this tower you’ve settled yourself in. The tower stands tall with a versatile view of the kingdom you’ve built from scratch.
You remember the struggle of those years, picking up broken pieces and then slowly building the castle you feel so secure in. There were a couple of times when thieves came and destroyed everything you started constructing. Irritated and in tears, you would have to start from bits and chunks once more.
But finally, finally, this fortress you’ve taken countless hours to create is complete. A small sense of satisfaction settles within you as you stare out the windows of your tower. This land is at peace, and you are safe. You tell yourself: Everything is perfect. You couldn’t be more happy.
A commotion is set off near the base of your stronghold. You peer carefully out the window to see what’s going on. Your faceless defenders surround someone approaching your castle.
In an instant, your soldiers drop dead and you see a single thief has overcome your guards. He’s already making his way swiftly pass the other soldiers, nearing your own tower.
Up high, you follow his path and watch the way he maneuvers through the labyrinth you’ve built in case of a forced entry like this. He gets lost and puzzled a couple of times; nevertheless, he arrives at the end of the maze unharmed.
Your heartbeat quickens. You wonder what sort of trickery or charm he’s used to surpass the various defenses you had up.
Unsure of which way to turn, the thief first looks both ways before glancing upward, locking eyes with you. Entranced by his unwavering eyes, your breath catches in your throat. You can’t look away.
Giving you a complacent smile, he begins to head toward the tower you’ve locked yourself in. You leave your post at the window and make sure your single door is locked with the key kept securely on a chain around your neck.
On the other side of the door, you hear the familiar crashes and thuds of a skirmish. No challenger has ever made it inside your private tower. The soldiers will send him away, you reassure yourself.
So you keep your ear to the door, anxious and nervous. Eventually, the scuffle dies down. The silence is unsettling. You don’t know what’s happened.
“Hello?” you call out, hoping one of your unnamed defenders will reply.
No answer is given.
Cautiously, but curious, you take the key from your neck and unlock the tower door. You hesitantly crack open your door with only enough space for your eye to peek through.
The thief, the winner of the quarrel, slips his foot into the crack you’ve made. A small, surprised gasp escapes you as you try to close the door anyway, hoping he would withdraw his foot if you pushed hard enough.
“Aren’t you a damsel in distress?” he asks, keeping his foot in place. “Don’t you need saving?” He seems unaffected by the door you’re squeezing onto his foot. Maybe he’s too strong; maybe you’re strong enough. “Aren’t you imprisoned in this tower?”
“This detained tower isn’t meant to keep me in,” you tell him, your feet sliding on the floor. You realize the door’s soon going to open. “It’s to keep people like you out.”
Surprised, his eyebrows shoot up. “Why?”
You feel yourself falling. Quickly, you catch yourself, but lose your force on the door. The door flings open as you flee across the room, glowering at the thief.
“Get out,” you snarl, ready to bare your teeth.
“Make me,” he replies, walking into your private tower.
You back up a little, but don’t relax your tense stance as you continue to glare at him.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he assures you, taking a small step closer to you.
You shy away, your back already against the wall. With nowhere left to run, you meet your adversary with stone-cold eyes, concealing the fear already swarming in your stomach. “Liar.”
He glances around, taking in the messy tower you’ve lived alone in for so long. “Why are you hiding out in here?” he asks.
“It’s safe,” you reply.
“It looks boring,” he counters.
“It’s safe,” you repeat.
“I bet. Why don’t you break out of this confined prison?”
“I can’t trust anyone out there.” Inside your fortress, no one lies and no one screams. Your kingdom is serene. You can rely on yourself; you can trust yourself. “You all lie and hurt.”
A look of annoyance flickers across his face. “It’s true that out in the world, people lie and hurt, but that’s life. You learn to forgive, hate, or move on.” You feel your body calm slightly, his voice flowing through your body like a tranquilizer. “Staying cooped up in here, you’ll never get hurt. You’ll eat and you’ll sleep, but that’s it.”
“And what’s wrong with that?”
“That’s not living. That’s stupidly surviving.”
“What can I do?” This fortress is your protection. With all defenses down and broken, how could ever feel secure again?
“You can break out of this cage you’ve locked yourself up in. You can come with me and start living instead of surviving. Or you can rot in this hole the rest of your life, alone and isolated.”
You open your mouth to defend your way of life.
The thief speaks before you can get a word in. “You’ll get hurt, but there’s more out there than just lies and pain.” He gives you one final speculating look before turning around and exiting your private tower.
Once he’s out of sight, a new alarm makes its way in your confined prison. Alone. Isolated. Forever in fear. This isn’t the life you wanted to build for yourself.
It doesn’t take you long to catch up to the thief outside of the castle walls. Like a true thief, he has stolen something you’ve kept close to you for so long. He’s stolen the lonesome burden you placed on yourself all those years ago, keeping it in the jacket pocket closest to his heart.
Ready to resume your life, you light your castle up in flames as you walk away from the that suppressed your existence from the rest of the world. -
August 01, 06:22 PM
Bruises Pt.9
We always beg for the truth, but we can never take it or we just choose not to believe it. Everyone has told me to stay away from Taylor, they won't tell me why. Everyone knows but no one will speak it out loud.It's too ugly, too tainted.I could know if I wanted, I could go on the Internet and find out. I could know the story just like everyone else. I've come close, I've typed in his name but my hand always freezes over the enter button. I try to make it move but I can't. Maybe I'm just not strong enough to know the truth.I like Taylor, when he talks to me I feel like I can be myself. I haven't been myself since I was eleven years old, I think I forgot how.It's a sunny day today but my mood is turning the cloudless sky grey. I look up at the cherry blossom tree in front of me and the soft pastel colours make me smile and forget for a second. I peer through the petals to see a pair of battered Converses, grubby white laces swaying in the wind.I'm rooted to the spot, but I want to run. I have to tell him. The things I could say race around my mind, fighting to be chosen. Taylor drops down from the tree and shakes the petals from his hair.We stand there facing each other for a moment, frozen in time."So have you been warned off?" Taylor asks, looking at me from under his lashes."What, strange boys who jump out of trees? No, not yet," I say. He smiles but he's shaking his head, forcing a serious expression into his features."No, about keeping away from me," he says.I nod because the words I want are out of reach."So you're not going to talk to me anymore?" Taylor asks. I want to answer him but it's a losing battle. I can see it's not really a question, it's a decision already made. What I say won't matter, it never matters."I don't want to, I like talking to you," I say. His eyes light up and the grey sky seems to clear a bit in my head."You have to," he says."No-""Yes, it will be better that way."But I know it won't. We haven't been friends long but he makes me smile, really smile. He notices things other people didn't, he notices me and not for the reason everyone else does."What about you? I'm the only person you like around here," I point out. He starts to say something then bites his lip."I'm fine, seriously," he shrugs, pretending to smile. I don't believe it; like him, I can tell when someone's not all right."Taylor . . ." I begin.He grabs my hand and my first instinct is to pull away. He holds on tighter and takes a pen out."I'm not going to hurt you, relax," he says softly. I try to relax and he scrawls a name on the back of my hand. He still has hold of my hand but when he meets my eye he drops it suddenly. "Promise you will look it up?""I promise," I say. He nods in satisfaction and walks away quickly.I uncross my fingers and my already broken promise abandons me.I'm finding out a different way. -
July 29, 09:37 PM
Vote ANP... Or Else
I enjoy following politics. It’s not something I could see myself doing professionally, but I feel that being well informed and opinionated are part of being a good American. But lately, I’ve been feeling that our current political machine’s gears are getting too jammed to function adequately. The problem arises with conflicts of ideology. Democrats, Republicans, Libertarians, Independents, Green, Constitutionals, etc, etc, all arguing and disagreeing, each fighting tooth and nail for political dominance. It made me think: What if there was one party so influential and powerful that they could unify everyone, whether they like it or not? Then it hit me, what we need is a revolution… what we need is the American Ninja Party (ANP)!!!!!!
Here is a list of their stances on many issues facing the country today. You can agree with them or… well, you should probably just agree with them….
Education- Ninjas begin their training and education at a Ninja Academy at age 5. They may choose to specialize or remain a regular ninja.
Jobs- Ninjas are all employed… as ninjas.
Racial Issues- Ninjas don’t see race or ethnicity, only threat or non-threat.
Feminism- Ninjas are all equal regardless of their gender. The only difference is female ninjas do their thing while wearing spike heels, ideal for puncturing lungs, and without ruining their sharpened poison-tipped manicure.
Abortions- Ninjas do not believe in abortion. However, gestational assassinations are allowed at the discretion of the mother and only the mother, since she will likely never see the mysterious stranger of the night who swiftly executed her impregnation.
Immigration- Ninjas are guarding the borders. Crossing illegally is ill-advised.
Green Living- Ninjas don’t drive cars or use electricity. Occasionally burning down an enemy’s home is the most environmentally detrimental thing they do. Also, they have no need for any kind of alternative energy source.
Climate Change- Ninjas respect the power of nature. They do not fear the elements, they embrace them.
Gun Control- Ninjas have no use for guns. Everyone carries a sword (and throwing stars and daggers for out-of-reach opponents).
Drugs- Ninjas don’t use drugs. They dull the senses.
Language- Ninjas are men of few words. Most communication is done by non-verbal queues and by sensing what other ninjas’ next moves.
Terrorism- Ninjas cannot be terrorized. If a potential tyrant tried to gather a following, he would be assassinated without hesitation and his movement would be prevented
Oil Spill in the Gulf of Mexico- Ninjas would have sensed the spill before it even started. Then dove, without any sort of protective apparatus, and repaired the would-be leak before it ever spilled a drop.
Gay Marriage- Ninjas don’t have gay marriage… or regular marriage. There sword is their life partner.
Death Penalty- Ninjas are all responsible carrying out beheadings of those who commit offenses worthy of capital punishment.
Economics- Ninjas have no need for an established economic system. Each individual is responsible for trade and acquisition of personal provisions.
Homelessness- Ninjas are nomadic. They never settle one in place for too long anyways.
Religion- Ninja Code is THE religion. It allows for respectful spirituality that is kept to oneself.
Military- Ninjas are so feared that they don’t need a military. If the need arose… everyone is a member.
Internal Opposition- Those who rise up against the Ninja administration are… dealt with.
Thanks for what we assume is your full support in our political movement! Remember to VOTE ANP… OR ELSE.
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July 25, 05:41 PM
Bruises Pt.8
I open my eyes and am startled to see morning sunlight spill onto the carpet. I feel the fuzzy material underneath my fingers and against the right side of my face. I'm lying in the hallway, still dressed in my clothes from yesterday.
I don't remember what happened for a moment, my mind is blank. Then it all rushes back slamming me back to reality. Reality being my mother. . . her scarring words, and her equally scarring actions.
"You're nothing but a waste of skin! You can't do anything right, can you?"I remember shrinking away and her rage bubbling over. It's never sudden or unexpected; I know it is always simmering under the surface.
I flinch from the memory and try to move. Every part of me aches but I nevertheless heave myself up and check the time. It's seven o'clock and I have a long way to go.
I put on my make-up carefully, staring at myself in the mirror until my eyes water. I have to be careful, it's a very important part of my mask.
I say my last prayers and then leave.
I drag my feet down the pathway. I'm not keen to stay but I'm not fond of where I'm headed either. I reluctantly look forward, though I don't see the point, nothing ever seems to change.
I feel a sudden rush of pain on my shoulder and realise someone is touching me. It's Taylor.
"Hey, you all right?" says Taylor, falling in step beside me.
"Yeah, sure," I mumble.
"Not convinced."
I glare at him and grudgingly look forward. I don't want to talk, not now. I'm trying to block out the world for these few minutes before I'm surrounded by people.
"Are you ignoring me?" Taylor asks.
"No, I'm choosing not to speak," I say.
"Rough day?" he says.
"The day has barely started yet," I tell him. Misery seems to be swallowing me up slowly and pulling off my mask as it does this.
"What's wrong?" he asks, nudging me. I look up and once in my life; I think, would it be so bad to tell someone? It's a new thought, rebellious compared to all my other safe, sensible ones. I quickly silence it.
"Nothing is wrong, life is great, I'm just tired," I say. Taylor looks at me, sympathy in his face.
"You are not okay," Taylor tells me.
"You don't know me," I say.
"No, I don't. But I know when a person's upset."
This makes me feel spooked; I react to it like he just told me he could speak to the dead. Again I fail to cover up how I really feel. Taylor smiles knowingly.
"I scare you," he says.
"No, you surprise me," I correct him. He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. But the smile fades after a few seconds, his laugh melts into the wind and his eyes darken.
"You have no idea," he sighs.
We come up to the school and I want to run away. I wish I could, I envy those that can, all of those missing people. I feel I've gone missing, the happy person I used to be, but of course it isn't documented.
But it's no time to think of this. Dan is waiting for me at the steps. It's time to pretend, I'd like to be real for a day, just once . . .
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July 25, 06:39 PM
I Love You, Kid
You're my reason for breathing
You've saved my life countless times
I don't know how to thank you
I love you and that's not going to change
But I hate the way you make me feel
I wish you saw me the way you saw her
I wish I was beautiful enough to be noticed
I know you two aren't together anymore
I'm trying my hardest to show you
That I could make you happy
That I am the one for you
If you gave me a chance
Just one night
I could make you fall in love with me
Our lips would never be apart
I'm not the kind of girl that thinks she's beautiful
I have low self esteem
I swallow pills to calm my depression
I need someone to love me
I think about you all the time
I wonder if I ever run across your mind
If I play through your thoughts like an old time movie
When you see my lips do you imagine kissing me?
Do you realize our eyes match perfectly
Our hands interlock like the perfect puzzle piece
You're my inspiration and my hope
You're my biggest dream and biggest fear
My heart sings when you're near
I soar high above the clouds when you smile
The sound of your voice sends shivers down my spine
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July 22, 10:23 PM
Reflections of Imperfection
With a joyous yell, I throw my arms above my head and spin, somehow managing to be reckless and graceful all in one movement. Tilting my head back, I feel my grin widen, seeming to go on for miles around me. The tall grass sways gently beneath my barefeet, leaning in to brush my shoulders and wrap around my waist. I lower my arms and gently continue onward, dancing through the tall field. The grass twines through my legs, joining me in a waltz to the music flowing through my mind and swirling in notes all around me. I laugh, the sound echoing and ringing endlessly. Gravity shifts and shivers, emphasizing my every leap and twirl. My skin tingles, rushing with emotion and excitement. I'm enclosed in folds of bliss, that guide my feet and lift my arms in steps of harmony.
In the distance, I glimpse a girl's figure, standing beneath the great branches of a willow tree. A gentle tick, tick, tick fills my ears as I stare. My dancing slows, as my gut wrenches me to a stop. I want to inquire further, but an invisible hand pulls me to a standstill. I frown, as my soul battles with my mind, trying desperately to break through the bliss. Finally apart of me surrenders, and the firm grip releases me. I continue forward, my smile returning as quickly as it had left.
The gap between us closes almost instantly, and suddenly I am no more than a few yards away. Her back is turned, and from a safe distance, I study her, wondering if she is oblivious to my presence. Her long hair cascades over her shoulders, falling midway down her back, and meeting the low hem of her dress. The sun streams through the intricate branches, illuminating her ivory skin in golds and pinks. Slowly, she turns around. My breath catches in my throat as I carefully trace the features of her face. Her long eyelashes, high cheekbones and slightly crooked smile paint a mask of an all too familiar face: Mine.
Her eyes cast downwards, and I notice a small stopwatch dangling from a long chain around her neck. Patterns of the past dance across its polished gold surface, all coming together in the center to form the unknown. She lifts it delicately in her palm, before meeting my gaze once more. Apathy swirls behind her bright eyes, colliding with wonder and anticipation. The ticking is louder now, almost unbearable.
Gritting my teeth, I raise my hand in return, and slowly begin to reach towards her. Once again, the slight space between us is reduced, and her own outstretched fingertips are nearly to mine.
The cool sensation of the glass my hand connects with races through my arm, chasing my blood and freezing my veins. The girl on the other side stares back at me with the same bewildered expression that I know reflects my own.
Beneath my soft touch, the glass splinters slightly, cracking upwards. The girl's sad eyes leave mine, as we watch our images of eachother shatter and fall to the once beautiful ground.
I stumble backwards, walking and then running away from the girl, from myself.
Distantly, I notice a loud, piercing noise interrupting the still air. It takes me a moment to realize that it is just my own screams. -
July 25, 09:16 PM
Saving Secrets
Secrets we never told anyone,
Still linger on my tongue.
There have been so many memories made,
All absent of you,
Like a thunderstorm missing the brilliant flash of lightening.
Do you remember the cold nights in February,
Where we would wrap ourselves in stories to keep warm?
We mixed comedies and tragedies,
Laughter and tears,
A terrible mistake in the making.
But we were naïve,
We refused to learn the lessons that had the power to save everything.
We could have made those nights last forever,
Instead we let go.
We awaited the slap of regret,
The mark left a sign to show everyone we were reckless.
Now we both sit alone,
Shivering in the dark,
Staring eye-to-eye with the past.
Our tear stained cheeks,
Our mouths that only seem to let through painful screams,
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July 22, 03:54 PM
The Season To Fall
If this is what's real, then I don't want to feel. But it seems to consume every inch of my presence
and flips my vision. It brings along with me, a new reflection to look upon in dreaded times.
You took a piece. And still continue to. You break it off and for a memorable moment, I am withouta loving mechanism. Set in unfamiliar places, filled to the brim with unfamiliar emotions.
People will come and go. Much like the leaves delicately placed upon a tree by the will of nature,
sent to fall at the right time. I'm just waiting to fall from your tree. But it seems this is not my season.Writer: Jenna Young
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July 21, 04:40 AM
You Are All I Need
In this catastrophic world
Where death lurks around every corner
Our demons roam restlessly throughout the night
And pain and suffering haunt the air
But this turmoil is no match to your smile
Even in the coldest winters
When the wind stings my frozen face
And the cold stretches from my head to my toes
The warmth of a fire cannot warm me
But your arms, wrapped tight, are my sanctuary
When my depression is a stranglehold
And the darkness is overbearing
The weight of my thoughts pulls me under
Your eyes are my guiding light
The way they shine is brighter than the sunAs the moon casts shadows over this forgotten placeThe stars dance wildly around us
You’ve captured the core of my being
The essence of our love is beauty
Empowering me to close the distance
This is my heart’s song
The belief is hidden in my soul
Tonight is our moonlit fantasy
Everything about you is wonderful
You are all I need
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August 29, 12:06 AM
The Noob's Guide to Posting YouTube Comments
Posting comments on YouTube is easy. Sign in, watch a video, and leave a comment below. It sounds simple, but this is where so many people go wrong. I've seen a few people (a few, mind you) leaving NICE comments on videos. What?!?! WTF?! Noobs these days...
Here are 10 helpful hints for leaving comments on YouTube videos:
1. Yu must tipe lyk dis
2. You must insult at least one random commenter.
3. It is highly encouraged that you start an internet argument. Remember, the more insults you can get in, the better. Use a lot of exclamation marks and CAPS to get your point across.
4. Since nothing on the internet is real, say the video is fake. Then insult the person that made the video by questioning their sexuality.
5. By default, the person that posted the video is stupid. Therefore, you should always display your intelligence by insulting their mother and/or threatening to kill their entire family.
6. Remember, your opinion is better, more knowledgeable, and more important than everyone else's. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If they do, refer to #3.
7. If you're over 30 years old, try your hardest to type with the grammar of a 10 year old. (I'm assuming that you have to try) ..No one likes a showoff.
8. You're perfect, and you make perfect videos. Therefore, you should point out every little mistake that the uploader made. Plus, you know, add a few cuss words and stuff. Exaggeration is key.
9. If after you carry out #8, someone tells you "If you don't like the video, don't watch it", once again, refer to #3. And add in some of the family threatening from #5.
10. If you're not in the mood for demeaning other people, find one of those chain comments that you're supposed to copy and paste or face certain death, and leave it on every video ever made. Everyone loves spam comments!
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July 18, 04:16 PM
Bruises Pt.7
Secrets. I have them. You have them. Everyone has them. I don't tell anybody simply because there's no one there to listen. People tell me things, small things that don't even begin to measure up to what I am constantly keeping inside.Taylor puts the plaster on my knee. My hands are bandaged up with toilet paper and cello tape. I don't mind as it works. I may be in great pain but it's okay because it distracts me from the emotional ones.Taylor's badly banged up too. A black eye, a bleeding head and a bust lip. He won't admit to any pain and his facial expression is blank and emotionless. Makes me wonder what's going on underneath.He pulls himself up onto the chair next to me."Better?" he asks. I nod and roll my jeans back down."Thank you," I say, sitting back and letting myself relax for the first time today."Why did you defend me?" asks Taylor. My relaxed mood is instantly crushed.I look at him and his eyes move from the floor to mine. The words I want to say stick in my throat. I try to get them out desperately; I don't know what they are though . . . I don't know the reason."You needed help," I say."But you didn't have to. Why did you want to?" he asks."You're not a horrible person," I say. I expect this to be a good thing but he shakes his head sadly."You don't know me," he says, looking away."Yeah but-""I'm not a nice person," he states. He doesn't have to write down his words for me to know there's a full stop at the end of that sentence."You seem nice to me," I say."Yeah, well things aren't always as they seem, surely you would know that."Surely you would know that. The doubts and fears build up in me again; he sees my quiet panic and tries to smile."I didn't mean anything by it. I'm not calling you a fake." But that's what I am, isn't it? I have built a life on a foundation of lies. How more fake can you get?A stiff silence settles between us for a few minutes."I started the fight," he says. I didn't expect him to say that, out of all the things I thought he'd say that wasn't one of them."Why?" I say."My brother. They were talking about my brother. I got mad and hit them."His brother? What brother? Where was he? He couldn't be living with him or I'd have seen or heard.I could ask him one million questions about it. But I don't. He looks away and decides he'd rather stare down at his shoes. His jaw is set hard, his lips pressed firmly together to make sure he doesn't say anything he shouldn't.The bell goes and suddenly the hall is filled with teenagers charging noisily. We look at each other; we both know it's time to get back to our own worlds.I stand up but before I can walk Taylor grabs my arm."What?" I ask."Thanks for everything and for not asking questions," he smiles."It's fine, I get it," I say, shrugging the way he always does.I do get it, all too well. But what's his secret?It couldn't be bigger than mine, could it? -
July 18, 12:35 PM
White Lies
We have these little sayings; adages and idioms that are intended either to appeal to the emotions of another person, or just to make ourselves feel better. They’re meant to soften the proverbial blow to the gut that life deals us. The problem is that these simple sayings are completely devoid of real meaning. They're little, harmless white lies like...There’s no I in team...No, but there is an M and an E in team, which is fitting… Who always ends up doing all the work? ME. If you’ve ever been part of a team where not everyone pulls their weight, you know exactly what I mean.
Waste not, want not...
My aunt takes pride in growing her own garden. The outcome is always a bounty of vegetables too great for the family to eat, thus begins the long and boring process of canning the left-overs. The problem is, no matter how many jars of squash, tomatoes, or beans we have, I still WANT some a nice steak. We should be always be thankful for the things that we have, but if we don’t want and strive for more, then things will always stay the same.Hate to burst your bubble...This couldn’t be a more blatant lie. If we actually hated to burst someone’s metaphorical bubble of fallacy, then we’d just keep our mouths shut and let them believe whatever falsehood we intend to correct them on. We naturally get pleasure asserting our intellectual superiority over others, it’s not harsh or hateful, just the truth.Money can’t buy you happiness...
This is what they tell poor people to keep down a riot. Think about what makes you happy. Friends? Puppies? Cars? Vacations? Love? Family? As sad as it may be, money can buy all of those things, whether we want to acknowledge it or not.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me...I prefer Ellen DeGeneres’ version of this saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words ... words might hurt deeply, causing great emotional, mental, and psychological damage leading to a lowered self-esteem and decreased work-related efficiency.” We can put up a strong front and pretend to be unbothered by insults, but in the end, bullying hurts. And no one should ever put their pride ahead of their feelings.Nice guys finish last...As an extremely nice guy, I’m happy to report that this is false. Being kind to everyone creates relationships and reports with everyone and opens up opportunities all around you. I volunteered to help a friend with a 2 week program for kids, one thing led to another, now I teach the program on my own and even have my own office space. The hold-up is that nice guys often get the spotlight taken from them by pompous attention-hungry jerks. And to keep from hurting anyone’s feelings, we let it slide. But, if kindness is tempered by assertiveness then the nice guy will always come out on top.
Hard work never killed anyone...Have you ever heard of a “dead shovel”? That’s Emergency Room slang for someone who dies while shoveling snow. Every year approximately 1000 people suffer heart attacks while shoveling snow… tell them hard work never killed anyone.If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again...Actually, quitting is empowering, it reminds us that we have power over our own lives. If something isn’t working out, and it’s really not worth the effort of continuing, then don’t waste your time. Assert control and end it. The key to this, however, is being able to realize what is and is not worth perseverance: If you’ve failed three classes in school, get your act together, get tutoring, and get your grades up. If you've broken three clutches on manual transmission vehicles; maybe an automatic is better for you. Be logical with your choices.I don’t care what other people think of me...While the way you see yourself should come first and foremost, everyone cares what other people think of them. It’s not a weakness. It’s not a fault. Caring about what other people think about you is part of caring about yourself. But when it goes too far either way, it becomes a problem. If you don’t care enough what others think, it lowers your inhibitions towards life and will result in some sort of self-destructive behavior. If you care too much it can lowers your self esteem and makes you feel like you can never good enough. Balance is crucial in maintaining a healthy image of yourself.
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I have a real love/hate relationship with the internet. It can make the nicest person look like a prick, & the biggest jerkoff into a hero.155 minutes ago from web
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Hey Brandon, I just keep on wonderin' how did u start ur own blog and website and all... And weren't you afraid that maybe no one cares for ur writings so why bother humiliating myself?!! I mean I live with that though everyday myself, so whats ur secret?! :P it really would mean a lot to me if u answered my ques. :) Have a great day!
I started it with blogger.com. At first, pretty much no one read it. That is expected. But if you find a way to connect with people, they’ll read it, share it, and it will gain popularity. I bought a domain name a couple months after I started it. I was afraid that no one would care, and I think for awhile, no one did. You have to find a way to keep a connection, and I did that with Twitter. My blog was really just an extension of things I posted on Twitter. In the end, it’s not about how many people care about or read your blog. It’s that you are true to yourself and you are happy with that.
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August 23, 11:20 PM
do you think mattiesko is fake?
He certainly seems like it
Who tries to make himself a trending topic on Twitter when they’re dying in the hospital?
Certainly not someone that’s actually dying.
Oh the humility.
Not to mention photoshopping himself to make it look like he’s kissing his “girlfriend”, who he’s never even met. Hm.
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August 22, 05:15 PM
I don't remember when, but over the summer, you advised this girl (well, she was anonymous, but I'm assuming the anonymous was a girl) to tell the guy that she liked that she liked him because the worst that could happen was that he'd say no (which is actually pretty terrifying). That piece of advice stuck with me and it took a while, but I told the guy I liked that I liked him. (: I don't think anything would have happened if I didn't say it first. I've always been kind of meek and shy, so that act of courage really made me feel like I'd grown up a little over the summer.
So thank you (: You're a lovely person and I hope you have a wonderful time in college this year.:) This makes me happy
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Do you prefer warm or cold weather?
Warm. I’m a scrawny kid that gets cold in 70 degree temperatures. What more can I say?
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I LOVE YOUR HONESTY,
have you always been so open and honest?Thank you :)
I don’t know… I think so. It only feels right to be completely honest with people.
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Do you know MaddieMadness? You should really check her out. She's so pretty and perfect and all that.
http://maddiemadness.tumblr.com/
You know you want to.She seems fake to me. Which, I’m probably speaking to MaddieMadness right now. So, this is kind of awkward…
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August 10, 10:47 PM
Hey!
I'm not trying to be a bitch here but your recent facebook link post was not funny. 'A girl didn't throw that. God did.' I find this offensive. I know you're not the only one like this but I decided to tell you anyway. I just think it's not respecting other religion. I know we all have different beliefs but we should respect others'.
Thank you. And please don't think that I'm hating on you.My bad. I think.
The thing is, you really can’t say much of anything without offending at least one person. For example, I was making a joke about Justin Bieber, not God, or any religion. On one hand, I probably offended Bieber fans. On the other, I (somehow?) offended religious people.
So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, it sucks that it offended you, but you shouldn’t take what other people say so personally, especially when it wasn’t directed towards you at all..
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August 10, 07:45 PM
Pissed off Brandon is pissed off.
Time to write.
- August 10, 03:24 PM
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August 10, 01:47 AM
How to Be Friends with an Introvert
1. If you must drag us to a party, please don’t abandon us.
Don’t go rushing off to catch up with your other friends without including the introvert; the inny will die in a corner.
2. If they actually call and wants to talk, listen!
These moments may not come often, since Innies usually work out their problems within their own brains, but that does not mean they are all Bella Swan “suffer in silence” types.
3. Realize that they do want to be alone sometimes.
They may have gone to that party, and even enjoyed it, but they burn out faster than you and need time to recharge alone. The assumption that all introverts are shy really bugs me. This is not always the case. They can be charming, tell jokes, and generally be the life of the party…but for a limited time only.
4. Skip the small talk.
Introverts are reflective beings and enjoy conversations about feelings and debating things like the ontological argument, and whatever interests they have. They can only tolerate chitchat with people they just met or haven’t seen for awhile. If you must tell them your entire jam-packed weekend in detail, check your inny friend for signs of consciousness periodically.
5. Introverts don’t hate people.
They just find them tiring.
6. Introverts are socially aware.
Yes, we are well-versed in social nuances, customs, and mannerisms; we just don’t implement them as frequently as extroverts do.
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August 09, 11:00 PM
Isn't "real life" just a myth?
Hey a person that’s not afraid to show their identity!
I’m pretty sure real life isn’t a myth…
although there was a guy that wrote a book trying to explain how he doesn’t even exist
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August 09, 10:50 PM
Do you have friends in real life?
Nope!
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August 08, 01:24 AM
who is lalalalauren?? your girlfriend?
You’re about 6 months too late -_____-
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August 07, 01:53 AM
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August 05, 10:59 PM
Elfjesuschristitsjacksongetinthecar:
Dave
(bearjunkie / cuntpunt)
The Iron Giant
Toy Story
Little Miss Sunshine
The Wizard of Oz
Paranormal Activity
Walk Hard
Up.
Straight to DVD.
Big.
Supersize Me.
Superbad.
Fired Up
The Hangover
Hot Rod
17 Again
Eagle Eye
Stick It
Up
District 9
The Gift
The Jonas Brothers 3D Concert Experience
Fired Up.
Volcano.
What A Girl Wants.
Bruce Almighty.
Dude, Where’s My Car?
(My penis misplaces his car often)
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August 05, 07:32 PM
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August 05, 05:07 PM
do you think you look younger than 17? i think you look a bit like a 13 year old kid. no offense.
I’m 18. Looks aren’t everything.
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August 04, 09:40 PM
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August 04, 08:28 PM
Judge Not...
I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
Nor the lights or its decor.
But it was the folks in Heaven
Who made me sputter and gasp…
The thieves, the liars, the sinners,
The alcoholics, the trash.
There stood the kid from seventh grade
Who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
Who never said anything nice.
Herb, who I always thought
Was rotting away in hell,
Was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
Looking incredibly well.
I nudged Jesus,’What’s the deal?
I would love to hear Your take.
How’d all these sinners get up here?
God must’ve made a mistake.
‘And why’s everyone so quiet,
So somber?Give me a clue.’
‘Hush, child,’ said He,’they’re all in shock…
No one thought they’d be seeing you.’
Judge NOTI didn’t write this. I stumbled across this anonymously posted on an internet forum. And just to clarify, it does not reflect my beliefs on religion, it does however reflect exactly how I feel about judging people: DO NOT JUDGE. Va Bene.
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August 04, 06:51 PM
I always speak rationally to people, even when they insult me.
But honestly, I have to restrain myself so much, just to keep from telling them to go fuck themselves.
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August 04, 05:03 PM
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August 04, 05:02 PM
actually we people are hating on you sometimes because of your pride. Can you be humble sometimes?? say something nice? we're tired of being plastic.
I just want to say that the hater to lover ratio for me is like 1:1000. I have pride, as should you. I am humble also. Just because a few people like me, doesn’t mean I’m not humble. It’s not like I go around saying I’m better than everyone else, because I know for a fact that that’s not true. I say nice things to nice people. I’m not sure what you mean by “we’re tired of being plastic.” I’m assuming English isn’t your first language, because that doesn’t really make sense in that way. :S
Maybe I come across as an egotistical jerk because of what other people say. I don’t know.
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August 02, 09:39 PM
HONESTLY?
People go online and see someone with the tiniest bit of popularity and they automatically become critics. I don’t even know how many times I’ve been called “egotistical” or I’ve been told that I think I’m “hot shit” or that “I’m too into myself” and they only say this because they assume that I’m like that when HONESTLY, I don’t even think that highly of myself. If you read my blog, if you actually knew who I was, you would know that. But no, these people come online, see that I have 40,000 followers, and feel like it’s their duty to personally attack me, when I DID NOTHING TO THEM. I do have strong opinions that some people might not agree with, but that doesn’t mean that ignorant people like this:
http://twitter.com/account/profile_image/whitekid_wasted?hreflang=en
have the right to say that I’m “the hitler of gay emo teens everywhere” or other ridiculous things that only truly tell what kind of person THEY are.
It’s as if you can’t have an opinion online without getting bashed for it, and it’s really getting old. But yeah, just had to get this out there. Haters gonna hate.
“All those who look down on me, I’m tearing down your balcony.”
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August 02, 04:51 PM
What hair product do you use? :)
LOL well if you’re talking about shampoo then it would be this…
http://www.herbal-essences.co.uk/collections/Seductively_Straight/images/Straight_Style_&_Gloss_collection_Shampoo.png
I don’t use like hairspray or anything like that though
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August 02, 03:43 PM
What can you say about teenage pregnancy???
No teenage girl can take care of a baby without ruining her life / the baby’s life / other peoples lives. Either don’t have sex until you’re not a teenager, or use birth control and condoms and don’t be stupid about it. Teenage pregnancy = not good.
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August 01, 11:35 PM
What is love?
It’s like… that one thing
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July 31, 08:38 PM
ever attracted to a boy? not in a gay way! just cause you thought they were a girl...
…. did I seriously just get asked this?
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July 31, 07:36 PM
heyy gorgeous ;) What's your best pickup line?
I don’t have pickup lines. I guess if girls like me, they like me for me, not because of a cheesy pickup line
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July 31, 02:29 PM
so is ur twin brother studying engineering too?
My twin brother is going to be overseas. He’s in the army. If he ever goes to college, he wouldn’t study engineering though lol
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July 30, 03:46 PM
DO YOU HATE GOD????
YOU DON’T GOT NO PANCAKE MIX.
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July 30, 03:45 PM
What happened to Lauren? LaLaaLaaaLauren from twitter? did she disappear?
She was a fake.
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July 29, 04:55 PM
World Domination Conspiracy (from Collegehumor.com)
- Obama: You all know why I called you here; TJ12ACB commented on a Youtube video and exposed all our conspiracies.
- Illuminati: Uh-oh. How bad is it?
- Obama: He posted it in all caps.
- Justin Bieber: Dear God…
- Time Traveler: What are we going to do?
- Obama: I don't know yet. It's lucky I found it so soon. He must have deciphered all those strange and evil clues we put out.
- Robot: Maybe we should stop leaving those clues around.
- Obama: Maybe you should shut up.
- Illuminati: Well, thank goodness you read every single comment people make on the internet. But now what?
- Reptillians: We could fake something.
- Obama: Great. I love faking things! This is going even better than the time we faked the moon landing and Utah.
- Robot: Utah?
- Obama: Come on; did you really think there was a Utah? Wake up sheeple.
- Aliens: Sorry we're late, guys. We were busy just totally existing this whole time with no one noticing.
- Obama: Hey guys; It's a good thing America has hid your existence for all time.
- Illuminati: And that no aliens have ever been to other countries, for some reason.
- Obama: Which reminds me; thanks for running everything with the Jews, Illuminati. I owe you a sandwich sometime.
- Illuminati: You guys run everything too?
- Jews: Of course! That's why nothing bad has ever happened to Jews throughout history.
- Bigfoot: I thought you guys were getting it pretty easy…
- Justin Bieber: Maybe we should rig it so TJ12ACB looks crazy, even though he clearly isn't crazy, because how could a crazy person know that I, Justin Bieber, am a Korean spy?
- Robots: Exactly, agent Wu-Jung. He's clearly a genius; but we need to rig it so he looks crazy even though he totally isn't.
- NBA Referees: Like how whenever anyone's favorite team loses it's because we rigged everything.
- Obama: Exactly. But we have to focus; TJ12ACB is literally the most important man in the world, no matter what backhand comments that guy at Subway makes about his weight.
- Reptillians: Right. He is a super genius; and to think his parents wanted him to get a job or something.
- Aliens: Should we kill him like we killed JFK?
- Mafia: I thought that was us.
- Aliens: (shrugs) who knows these days?
- Obama: We need to think of something; the last thing we need is for someone to reveal how I am literally Hitler; Secret Muslim Kenyan Hitler.
- Robots: That wouldn't bode well for the re-election, especially during the 2012 apocalypse.
- Bigfoot: So we're agreed; let's get him!
- Obama: But we have no way to find out who TJ12ACB is! We simply don't have the technology.
- Reptillians: He has defeated us! Arrrrrgh!
- Obama: Yes he has. Despite the fact that we rigged everything in the entire world, for some reason we cannot trace a Youtube poster.
- Justin Bieber: Curses! Hissssss! (Turns into his snake form)
- Obama: But he truly is a hero, willing to fight us even if it means he can never even kiss a girl, because his duty is so great to the world, not because he's scared to do it or anything.
- Illuminati: Yes; TJ12ACB Youtube is a genius and a lone hero. Secretly, we respect him.
- Obama: Now, let's get back to work here; we have an alleged “Oil- “Spill- to “Clean- “Up- in the “Ocean- if you know what I mean…
- Robot: Nuking Atlantis! Of course...
- Obama: We can only hope TJ12ACB doesn't tell everyone on Warcraft.
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July 29, 02:57 PM
What happened with koalas and dolphins yesterday? I'm confused by the tweets that you posted.
They are extinct. Haven’t you heard?
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July 28, 11:17 PM
this may be rude but are you gay? or metro sexual?
100% straight. I’m not sure how you missed the fact that I like Kaytee, but whatever lol
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July 28, 07:13 PM
Are you looking for that one person that completes you, or are you waiting for the world to want you to find that person?
Well, you see, there’s this girl that goes by the name of Antonio…
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July 28, 12:21 PM
I don't
believe in any religion. I think religion serves a purpose, but I’ve also realized that believing in something just to believe in it is a very ignorant thing to do. I don’t know how the world was made. I don’t know what will happen when I die.
and I won’t believe one person or one religion over another, because no one on Earth knows either of those things.
I do respect other people’s beliefs, although I might not agree with them.
A lot of people ask me about this, so here you go. My religion: None.
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July 27, 02:05 PM
Do you text Kaytee? I'm honestly not trying to be a fangirl and find out everything about you. You just seem so passionate and it'd be weird if you never talked to her but still liked her...you know what I'm kind of saying? I guess I'm just asking if you talk to her on some what of a regular basis so you know what she's like, because you love her and all.
Sorry for having like the bajillionth Kaytee question and sorry if I offended you haha
:D ♥We’ve texted and talked to each other on MSN for probably 4 months
:)
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July 27, 01:22 PM
Good morning Brandonbear :)
I'm up unnaturally early, and wish that you would wake up one of these days so we can be awake together.Good morning Kayteebear :)
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July 26, 12:30 AM
You come across as an old soul in your writing. Do you suppose you were always like that, or has something caused you to look at the bigger picture in life? - @the_love_way
Maybe both. I feel like I’m the same person that I was when I was 5 years old. But then again, things have happened that have made me more aware of things, at an earlier age than most people become aware of them
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July 25, 11:21 PM
Weird.
If I had one word to describe life, that would be it.
I mean, one day I’m no one. One day I’m looking up to all of these people. One day I’m in high school, picking bubble gum out of my hair because an obnoxious kid decided he wanted to be a jerk to me.
And then one day, everything changes. Like, for a second, I don’t feel like the struggling was for no reason. One day I’m being looked up to.
One day I’m watching TV, and the next day I’m talking to TV stars.
This coming year is going to be a big one. I can feel it.
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July 25, 09:43 PM
if u were a singer and u could sing your poems, what genre would u sing?
indie
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July 25, 09:11 PM
So, this might come across as like, rude or stereo-typical, but im not trying to be either of those things. I was just wondering if it was difficult in high school for you?
I mean, you seem like the guy who goes against the grain, which, don't get me wrong, is a good thing. But i know high school-ers can be cruel towards those who don't 'follow the pack', so i was wondering if you ever experienced any of that these past 4 years?I’m a loner, nerd, I wear skinny jeans, my hair is long, I keep to myself, I’m smart, I didn’t play sports (in high school, but — I did run cross country, but that doesn’t even really count in people’s minds here, and I played a lot of sports in middle school, I guess high school changed everything)
I think by all of that you can probably tell that I’ve had my fair share of cruelness. But I’ve turned my high school experiences around, and used it as inspiration to be a great person. That’s all that matters. There’s sunshine at the end of every storm.
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July 25, 09:05 PM
if a person stares at you, does that mean they like u? in your opinion?
I guess it depends on what kind of staring they’re doing, so I don’t know.
But if you like them, tell them. The worst thing that could happen is they don’t like you back in that way. And that’s okay. Just go for it. :)
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July 25, 08:47 PM
Let's talk about Twitter.
Twitter basically took over my life. This probably isn’t a good thing, but I won’t give it up. You know why? Because I met amazing people there. It’s silly, but I trust a lot of the people I met on there more than I trust people in my real life. I have really met some lovely, amazing people. But on the other hand, I use it constantly. I don’t do much in real life anymore, I don’t go out as much as I did. I don’t know what to do.
Perfectly Abbie describes me perfectly.
I agree with you! I’ve met awesome people that, without Twitter, I never would’ve talked to. For example: THE GUY THAT PLAYS RJ BERGER, Liz Lee, Kassemg, Kaytee, Jana, Delaney, Brittany, Alexia, so on and so forth. I think I used to put so much of my energy into getting my thoughts online that I kind of lost what little social life I had. But now it’s catching up with me and a lot of people know who I am now. It’s a hate/love relationship, but I think in the end, I wouldn’t have it any other way. :)
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July 25, 06:35 PM
So you're writing a poetry book at the moment, aren't you? What will the title of the book be?
Flammable
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July 24, 07:43 PM
HOW are you so skinny?! You just sit on the computer and eat sammiches and cookies all the time...
I honestly don’t know
I should be like 300 pounds by now
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July 23, 10:00 PM
Okay, I'm going to be serious and ask you something meaningful, or along those lines.
What's it like having a twin? I mean, I've always thought having a twin would be super cool, you know? Having someone who is always there for you. Always having a playmate when you're little. However, you and him (I was gonna put his name, but I didn't know if I should....) seem so different. You seem like the quiet and reserved kid, and he seems like the loud, popular, party kid. Do you two get along well? I don't know. I could be totally off on this. Buuuut yeah. This is my serious/meaningful question. Kaybai.Good question! You’re actually right about our personalities. We don’t get along very well but siblings hardly ever do. :P
Where we live there aren’t any kids our age (we live out in the country) and we had to play with each other all the time
So I guess that was good, to have someone to play with
but at the same time, it would be like an intense rivalry lol and we always fought every time we would play a game or something
It’s no cooler than having a brother or sister, I mean, that’s basically all we are. We aren’t identical. We’re just the same age..
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July 23, 09:54 PM
If you could live in another U.S state would you.? If so which one.?
:)!
(random I know)I’d rather live in Canada
but yes
I don’t know which one though :o
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July 23, 09:52 PM
How old are you <3
18 now!
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