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So what is new? Nothing the same old endless shit. He loves me. He doesn't love me, blah, blah, blah! I in need to get screwed and in the normal way! Me ending up some where dark and asking myself if I am going to cut. I need someone that can hold my hair when I go over board. Now I don't drink but I do like to let it all come up.

I was thinking about something today. So, I got up and ran around a little. Played on my computer. Sing in franch but I just can't thinkof what I was thinking of. Like a hammer to a nut or for you lady folks, a car door to your ring finger. It sucks when you just can't think of something, it eat you up. Then you move on slowly. Very slow as if ripping a baby from it's mother. I don't like it. No, not at all.

Filed under: Personal Commentaries

* The Name Then Syllable

I first heard the name then syllables
It was wise, but so I thought
Known to all the kings and their serfs
But if peasants truly know
Then the kings could surely not?

But, the knights of the courts tell me
Kings do hear the same
But the only difference is how many glasses they do break
So you have to wonder if it is a bad thing
For a king and his serfs to agree
And syllable to be known?

* Love with him

His smile so sweet
He has my heart moving so slow to his
With each beat
Please gove closer
Each cell claim me
Everytime I love a little lower
I need more
I want more
He has it all
Put me with him and give me peace
Let me find those soft lips
And fill that lasting dream
Because I need to wait no more
I want to wait no more
he has it all
I love it all
And of that I say

I wait to know love with him

Sorry!

Sorry, my all my beloved fans, well nettie. That I did not post yesterday my parents, mom and dad beast, made me leave my the computer and go to a friends. Where I stay up all night watch him play on him computer. Go figure!

Top five Newgrounds submissions for Saturday, February 12, 2005

1. Super Mario: Toads Rage 7 by nate johnson
(3.75/5.00, 973 votes; 11,951 views Click for updates and to view)
"I give it a 4."

2. Noah - A Short Film by Siard
(3.75/5.00646 votes; 4,288 views Click for updates and to view)
"I give it a 3"

A in my review said:
"Ok; It like a biblical acid trip. Making you fell twisted or in the need of searching."

3. Metroid: Rogue Formula by cap123
(3.71/5.00 709 votes; 6,297 views Click for updates and to view)
"I give it a 2, it not my cup of tea."

4. Toads Rage 8 Teaser by nate johnson
(3.62/5.00 438 votes; 3,288 views Click for updates and to view)
"I give it a 3. I look forword for # 8."

5.Bionic Commando (VGDC) by Randy Solem
(3.54/5.00 1,912 votes; 44,042 views Click for updates and to view)

"I give it 3." Has a mild nudity and adult themes

Filed under: Commentaries Audio/Movies Newgrounds

Axelle Red

Axelle Red is a very different kind of artist. She is weird but very soulful. She speaks English but most of all her songs are in French. Showing a kind of power over music it self. She is big in France and I believe part of England. Her official website his news and lyrics to all her songs.

Here is Axel Red new most video from Yahoo launch France:

Je pense à toi



If you like that one try these

Bimbo à moi
Je me fâche
A tatons

Femme Like U by K'Maro

Filed under: Music Commentaries

Tmst's "Up Skit Creek"

You have to watch this. It is one of the funnies things I have ever seen. I found it on Newgrounds.com. It is a website with games and clips like this one, below. It is a Mecca for teens like me.

Tmst's "Up Skit Creek"- click to view

• The author's comments about his work can be found on newgrouds.com, here is a direct link.
  

Filed under: Commentaries Audio/Movies Newgrounds

What's Your High School Stereotype?

I scored as Goth. Goth 75% Loner 75% Stoner 69% Ghetto gangsta 56% Drama nerd 50% Punk/Rebel 44% Geek 38% Prep/Jock/Cheerleader 19% What's Your High School Stereotype? created with QuizFarm.com

I found this in some blog in my day search of something new to read and it look cool. So I took the quiz and got goth. What did you get?

(A) When We Are

This is audio version of "When We Are". I use a text to speech program for the reading, so it's a little ruff. I may play round with some other voice and see if it is better.


Read by mary:

Filed under: Audio/movies

* When We Are

Oh, when you are lonely
One just thinks of you
And when you’re down
Some may say unlucky
That sweetest thought brings me back to you
And no more no more
Can I just say I love you
And no more no more no more
Will I just want you

They tell me that I am sad
But not with you
They tell me lots of things
Things I don't listen to
Maybe it's wrong for me
To love you
But they'll have to kill me
Before I’ll come to

Oh, when I am lonely
I just think of you
and when I am down
some may say unlucky
That sweetest thought brings me back to you
And no more
And no more
can I just say I love you
and no more no more
will I just want you

Shoutbox

This is a really great tagboards from Hotshout with 60 smiles in black, blue, msn, and my fav. mix. Hotshout allow for alternating row colors and permit ip logging-banning. This free and easy to use. And tagboard came with Popup and HTML coding make it the right answer of your site. It is fun and simple so why not?

Credit O.D.

I wonder if drug over dosing is a good way to die. It seems to be the preferred choice of actors. Like in the way of a good MasterCard. One with an unlimited rating and the ultimate cash back reward for that special individual. Now I don’t think to should over dose but getting a MasterCard just mite kill you.

Neither this site nor I believe credit cards are truly fatal. But we can all agree that the capital one ads are pretty dam scary.

Filed under: Commentaries

* A gay nerd’s viruses

20 Alerts and 19 viruses
In just 30 minutes time
All brought to you by some
Luke Filewalker guy
And all over
You think
A dam good night

(Read it once and think about the geek do a Antivir scan. Then think about a guy that just when out to pick up someone. Has sex then finds out he got something and he doesn't cure because it was fun getting it.)

* Light Blue Cup

A light blue cup made from hand
Misshaped and colored
Whipped up and very bland

Friendly to offer it
And the need why not have of it
Sadly find to first sip last
The paint is poison
And now their death comes fast

You feel sorry but sorry is not enough
Filling that light blue cup
Water move past your salty lips
You fall and that is it

A Queer New York

On Friday, Feb. 4, 2005, New York Justice Doris Ling-Cohan handed down the decision that discriminating against same-sex couples on the "...fundamental right to choose one's spouse" was wrong. Challenging defendants to give a compelling reason to restrict heterosexual couples from marriage. Which would make it legal to discriminate.
Justice Doris Ling-Cohan ordered that state's Domestic Relations Law to be rewritten. To reflect a neutral stance and allowing same-sex couples to marry throughout the city's jurisdictions. That ruling was suspended for 30 days to allow for appeals. But an appeal by the state is not expected.

Read more at gay.com

Filed under: Commentaries

* An Hourly Game

An hour to your name
As last judgment past
No family left to say
No final goodbye
You move to it slowly
Knowing he a waits
They tie you in emotionless and at a steady pace
There you lay of witnesses to arrive
And behind the glass they come in one line
All are setting down but not all will get up
When energy pulses you’re sole gives up
All leave but the one now
The one who played the hourly game
And didn’t make it out

* A Sunset Down

A sunset down;
Down in the night
When nothing is quite wrong,
But nothing is quite right.

And when the sunsets down;
Fear we the light
To shine on us,
Us who cry

Sleep no more,
For tomorrow is morning time
Expect no more,
From this sunset down, life.

In justice, in the why.

Every once in a while you meet a really cool person just like you. A kind happy-go-lucky kind of person, you just know you’re going to be friends with forever. It is weird; there is this really cool dude just sitting there and nothing. Sure, I am really hitting on one of my other friends under the table but it is nul.
Not to say he, across from me, is not cute, very tall, thin, and with just the right amount of muscle. But I still like his friend, the one in the poems. Can people truly be close without it being about sex? Is there more to it I have not seen? In justice, in the why.

Let them have grass

You ever wonder why in the whole universe aliens would come here? Or why they don’t just cut all school funding at once? You know that they’re going to, just try to do it. So, I say strap on some balls and cut the fat. Mr. Bush you, cut fat Billy and pregnant Jane. You stab those poor bastards in their learned hearts. And they will grow up to be poor little drug dealers, whores, and/or Michael Jackson’s next interest or even worst, Texans!

Back to the aliens, maybe it’s a grass is greener thing. With all the fatality and reiterated war in deserts, the grass is on touch. Give these poor aliens some grass and send them flying. It's all I ask.

Filed under: Commentaries

* The two side of him

He is day’s high
Not curing of moral or time
Laughing and smilin’
Flirting and being
Fuck who is seeing

Then it changes
The world finds him
Like dieing, just hiding
He drifts away

Him, the other him
That speaks without thought
And moves uneasily
Now, lies to all he sees

Come back old boy
Know not that morality
Play and grin, again

* Lonely denier

Lonely denier stand closer to me.
Peek looks at all my goodies.
Let me rub you playfully
but bitch and bitch unstopingly.

Lonely denier move with me.
Tell me your rules
And hang with me.
Say go but really run to me.

Lonely denier,
deny no more from me.