where can you find
roads with without cars
forests without trees
cities without houses?

***



Walk on the living,
they don't even mumble
Walk on the dead
they mutter and grumble

******


I am Glass
I am China
I am Superior
I am Placid


****


what has been around for millions of years
but is never more than one month old?

****


i am one by day
but many by night

*****



thirty white horses on a red hill
first they champ
then they stamp
then they stand still


*****




i begin with the letter 'e'
i end with the letter 'e'
i contain only one letter
but, i am not the letter 'e'

********

before I let you go....



Dr. Ninja-Spiderman:
If something happened and we never spoke again, I want you to know: I love you.
Dr. Jedi-Catwoman

my mom used to sing me this song. lol. now it just so happens
that i'm dating a guy named Eric. with a "C" instead of a "K"
but i still think the song could be slightly appropriate at 
times..... *muah* i loves you!
                         
 ERIK THE AWFUL
                            -Ray Stevens

Way back in history along the Nordic coast
that was the sound all the people feared the most
It would echo thru the night up and down the foggy fj-ord
It was Erik and the bloodthirsty Horde!

Chorus: Erik the Awful, the Brutal and Tenacious
        Erik the Awful, the Ruthless and Courageous
        Subtle as a chainsaw, lacking all the Social Graces
        You can run, but you cannot hide!

YES! And as the oars of the sleek, fierce Viking ship cut thru the water like 
knives thru the fog-shrouded Nordic sea, transporting the wild, marauding 
band of Viking heathens stealthily towards their unsuspecting, slumbering
victims, there he stood, on the foredeck, Erik the Awful, the wildest, 
bloodthirstiest Viking of them all!

(his Momma named him Erik 'cause she couldn't spell AHHGGGRRRFFFFLLLLQQHH!)

He had a hairy head, a hairy face, hairy chest, hairy legs, hairy boots and a 
hairy hat, shaped like a big bullet with horns comin' out the sides.....and 
once he started after ya he'd NEVER stop! 
He'd turn to his oarsmen in his 37 oared fj-ord and he'd say: "MORDEN BORDEN 
FJORDEN GORDEN!" which was Viking for:

             "YA-HOO!!!!!, RAVAGE, PILLAGE, PLUNDER, 
        MAIM AND PUT BIG HICKEYS ON ALL THEM FAIR DAMSELS!"

Chorus: And it was Erik the Awful, the Brutal and Tenacious
        Erik the Awful, mercy sakes! and goodness gracious!
        His appetite for slaughter was simply voracious
        You gotta sleep with your sneakers by your side!

YES! And when the villagers heard that awful battle-cry:

                        * YA-HOOOOOOOOOOO! *

That's the one! They would run for their lives, fleeing over hills and
thru valleys to the river, whereupon they would walk mid-stream for 37 and 1/2 
miles, climbing out on the low-lying branch, shinnying down a young sapling
onto rocky ground and leaping from stone to stone until they arrived one week 
later at a secret cave 97 miles away, and as they sat down for the first time 
to catch their breath, outside they heard:

                "YA-HOOOO!!!! MORDEN BORDEN FJORDEN GORDEN!"

Chorus: Yes, it was Erik the Awful, the Brutal and Tenacious
        Erik the Awful, turned up in the darndest places
        Subtle as a chainsaw, lacking all the Social Graces
        You can run, but you cannot hide!

OH! And this time they cut south to Paris, bought tickets on the Orient 
Express to Istanbul, hired a U-Haul to the Coast, jumped a Greek freighter
across the Mediterranian Sea to MON-golia, hooked up with a camel caravan into 
the heart of the Gobi Desert, and as they paused at an oasis, to lift one 
handful of cool water to their parched lips, over their shoulder they heard:


                "YA-HOOOO!!!! MORDEN BORDEN FJORDEN GORDEN!"

They fled to Calcutta!  
                                * YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

They fled to the Himalayas!
                                * YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

Tokyo!
                                * YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

Toronto!
                                * YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

Toledo and Heyhailea, Georgia.....
                                * YA-HOOOOOOOO! *

But it was no use! They finally succumbed to a savage plundering and 
pillaging followed by a big hickey party on the outskirts of what is now 
Washington, DC, where the decendants of Erik can still be found today, 
working as Special Agents for the IRS!

Erik later amassed a small fortune posing for Molly Hatchet album covers, 
and did stuntwork for Arnold Schwartzenegger in Conan the Barbarian! He also 
won an Academy Award for his dual role as a train wreck and his tender 
portrayal of King Kong's daddy! Oh, you might remember the end of that one:
there wasn't a dry eye in the house when he married the Empire State Building.
And who could forget the evening he ate the entire Kingdom of the East?
With no sugar?

Chorus: Erik the Awful, the Brutal and Tenacious
        Erik the Awful, the Hungry and Voracious
        Subtle as a chainsaw, lacking all the Social Graces
        You can run but you cannot hide!

        * YA-HOOOOOOOOOOO! *

Bye-Bye, Mein Lieber Herr.
Farewell, mein Lieber Herr.
It was a fine affair,
But now it's over.
And though I used to care,
I need the open air.
You're better off without me,
Mein Herr.

 

 

i love musicals

AND i love you.
you're my favorite, don't tell the others. they might get jealous and try to break kneecaps. which is bad.

 i hope you like the book.

 

FROM: <3 ME

Dear Life:

Please take a flying leap off of a tall building.
Thanks a bunch.

~Me

 

PS:New Glasses Today. excellent *rubs hand together*

Love Song
      
My own dear love, he is strong and bold
And he cares not what comes after.
His words ring sweet as a chime of gold,
And his eyes are lit with laughter.
He is jubilant as a flag unfurled --
Oh, a girl, she'd not forget him.
My own dear love, he is all my world, --
And I wish I'd never met him.

My love, he's mad, and my love, he's fleet,
And a wild young wood-thing bore him!
The ways are fair to his roaming feet,
And the skies are sunlit for him.
As sharply sweet to my heart he seems
As the fragrance of acacia.
My own dear love, he is all my dreams, --
And I wish he were in Asia.

My love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway of the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start,
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart, --
And I wish somebody'd shoot him.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Indian Summer
     
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know,
And do the things I do;
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you!

That son of a bitch.

 

That goddamned son of a bitch.

 

He had no right.  NO RIGHT.

 

What did he know.  He knew nothing.  He had idea what she had to sacrifice, what she had to do.  No idea what she yearned for, what she constantly denied herself.  What she secretly wished for, what she knew she would never have.

 

He made it sound like getting a date was so easy, so natural.  He had never suffered from unrequited love.  Never had that feeling that he wasn’t good enough, not matter what he did.  People like him had everything given to them on a silver platter.  People like him had people jumping over themselves to please him.

 

Not her.  Never her.

I was the personification of the fifth wheel.

 

Isn't this nice.  Chatting in the middle of the hall.  Surrounding by all these beautiful people.  I felt that if I had to smile anymore today, my mouth would fall clean off.

 

Gods, it hurt.

“Honestly.  ‘I wish her face was infested with barnacles’?  That was your Hangman riddle?  Who in the world wishes for barnacles to appear on a face?”

after a conversation with my current roommate and one of her friends, here are the top 3 men who's babies i would willingly have:

1: Dave Matthews.... duh.
2: Vin Diesel
3: Edward Norton