And then I realize I don't have anything to post, and even if I did, it's midnight and I don't have time.
So anyway, how's life?


ContemplationIn the small, dark hours when quiet minds repose, my restive thoughts return to you.Contemplation
The sky lies shrouded in dark, despondent clouds, bruised and shedding their midnight tears.
My mind wanders back to other, clearer skies, when silent stars pricked the velvet dark.
Then you and I walked both heedless of the time, and each one reveled in the comp'ny of a friend.


GratificationYesterday morning I awoke craving my childhood. Not the sugary, feel-good nostalgia you see in Hallmark ads (on sale this week, 2 for $3.99). No, I wanted sweet, pure materialism---the demand for immediate gratification of the unadulterated variety that only a child can possess. The kind you get at the e-lec-tronics store, that comes with two red-and-black rectangles (A B + Select Start) and a hazard-orange Zapper (BANG!). So I went downtown and I bought it. Last night, I dreamt of tumbling tetrominoes, of a malicious, mocking dog, and of my one and only love, a brave, pixellated plumber.Gratification


The BarnMy family has lived on the same plot of land for four generations. When my great-great-grandparents first moved here, it was a full hundred acres, complete with fields, a rolling pasture, and even a wooded section in the northwestern corner with a creek running across it. That section was the first to go, along with the western fields in 1936, when the Depression finally hit the family’s pocketbook. Next went half of the eastern fields when my grandfather enlisted in the Navy in ’42, and the other half followed in ’73 when my father took a job at the factory in town. The pasture to the north was the last thing to go; my parents sold it off whThe Barn


Tombstone LullabyHere I lie And Here I sleep Here the AngelsTombstone Lullaby
Come to weep Here the birds Alight awhile Here the Sun
Declines to smile
Here the leaves Fall dry and brown Here sharp roots
Creep through the ground Here the clouds Let fall their burden
Here the Snow
Falls soft and certain Here the Moon
Casts an eerie Glow Here the flowers Refuse to grow For fear their
Joyous colors will bring Peace at Heart And cause to sing For a Song Like waves on Sand Cannot lend A helping Hand To make m
And I'm glad you enjoyed Massacre of the Innocence enough to
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Shit happens when you party naked
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Sentio Pulcher, O Tam Pulcher,
Sentio Pulcher, et Facetus, et Hilaris
thanks for the fav!
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Shit happens when you party naked
--¿como está? just thought i'd let you know that i finally decided to get in touch w/ people again...i got a deviantart...obviously...hopefully i'll talk to you soon
much love
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i am me
no one else
if you don't like it
oh well
96% of teens and college students won't stand up for God. Put this on your page/signature if your one of the 4% who will
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Thus sayeth the Muffin.
~ThePurpleNurple
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