The Blog Song

The Blog Song

Yes, that's right, it's a song about blogs
Although it's more of a poem than a song
Something on my mind, I gotta make way
I have an audience online all day
Whether they are viewing or not giving a f_ck
I don't have to worry 'cause I don't see them show up
Why should I cry by myself
When I can cry with everyone else
But that sounded extremely emo
So I'll put that on private though
Like a magazine ordered through the mail
I can subscribe to blogs I'm able
And read their material they put up
On the specified category I look up
When I write a poem, it's time for a blog
When I get stoned, it's time for a blog
When I break a relationship, it's time for a blog
I need to take a shit, when I come back...
It's time for a blog
When I have a dream, it's time for a blog
When I see things unseen, it's time for a blog
If I need to back-stab a friend,
It's not wrong, it's meant to blog
Will Brittany's baby be named after me?
Subscribe to my blog and you will see
The possibilities are endless with many offerings
We can all share our knowledge, our ideas, our feelings
If we wanna hear about what one did last summer
Just type in the search bar: "asking for a petafile"
It's not a journal, so I'm not a nerd
It's not a diary, so I'm not a pansy
It's not inventory, I ain't no manager
It's simply a blog, and I am a blogger

PS: Some of these things I am not sincere about, some I am most certain, and some points are merely jokes. For instance, I am not a 'blogger', I just type a lot of writings, mainly poems. This is not a rebellious or moral driven piece, it is how you perceive it, and it is for fun.

Set Sail For Another Day

Have you gone on yesterday
Thinking of the day before
When you thought that yesterday
Tomorrow would be a little more
What do you expect to improve
What have you got to loose
Is there a reason why
You should step out of the way

    Never today, never tomorrow
    Never a day, would you believe that you couldn't try
    Another day, something to dream about
    On a day, a day when dreams come true
    When tomorrow comes set sail for another day

It is said that time travel
Is impossible
But I've gone to prove that test
It's improbable
Name me just one reason why
We cannot navagate through time
When all we need is a drive
Of the mind to get us there

    Never today, never tomorrow
    Never a day, would you believe that you couldn't try
    Another day, something to dream about
    On a day, a day when dreams come true
    When tomorrow comes set sail for another day

Mercy, Mercy, Spare the Darkness

Mercy, Mercy, Spare the Darkness

I was walking alone after dark
I wore a mask, a mask of fear
It was darker than that
I couldn't find myself even if I tried
The moon was covered up by the sky
By secret clouds, they were in disguise
The wind was moaning and making song
Shivers shake my legs all wrong

There was a ghost in front of me
I thought there it was but maybe just the wind blows
I felt a thing brushing at me
Maybe it was a cat that I could not see
There was a fear that I never met
How could I know if I've never seen
I heard a scream in the darkness
Darkness is calling, out for me

I couldn't respond at it
Stiff, still, unable to move
Where is my mouth, my mind, my soul
How do I answer this very chill
Can't get out this street is gone
There is no end and the gutters gone
Everything is wrong in the darkness
Darkness is calling, out for me

    Eerie darkened sanctioned dimension
    Of a madness craving innocence
    I am innocence crying fear
    Mercy, mercy, spare the darkness

Wait, listen, a noise or not
In pitch black night all is sound
When there is no light to assure
Comfort to discomfort is result
This striking fear you can't address
How could you know if you've never met
She will meet you in darkness
Darkness is calling, out for all

    Eerie darkened sanctioned dimension
    Of a madness craving innocence
    We are innocence crying fear
    Mercy, mercy, spare the darkness

Meow, shrieking noise
A black cat is just a breathing rug
When a witch and a bat fly
They are stealth in the sky
Ready to pierce your face tonight
Cover your face you have no sight
If you want to see tomorrow
Answer the darkness, it's calling you
And let the fear be lost in you
When you see darkness, tell me of her

The Revolutionist's Hymn

The Revolutionist's Hymn

Today I listened to the lost sounds of the past
They were cut up and dirty, but their scars and stains will last
They were memories or feelings of harmony
There is no peace today, and there's not much to see
    Or listen to, that's what I'll do from now on
    And make a soundtrack of my own since nobody's doing one
    This day I'm making a change for the world
Today the sunshine had a hard impact on me
It was burning, but I did not complain you see
'Cause I was comf'terble, and I could take the heat
Like a man, and the sun reached out it's hand and he was greeting me
    And saying hello, cause no one ever says it at all
    Or makes a compliment, so I'll fill in since no one's filling at all
    This day I'm making a change for the world
    But if the world doesn't change, I'm making a change for you and me
       And those who understand
       Hopefully you can see my intentions, and understand my direction
       And those who haven't a clue
       Will you get past my disguise and see into my eyes and plot my destination
       A shrinking resolution, small secret revolution, our shit silly reactions that are taking us God know's where
Yesterday I lectured and failed to get the pass
I was no where near there, I walked them off the path
But I didn't command enough bricks for this road
Someday more will gather and together we'll go home
    Or to another country where others will need the definition of what I am talking about
    Bring this world to another time and they'll know my intentions to shout
    On this day, and I'm making a change for the world
    Making a change for the world
    Making a change for the world
    Come join me on this day and we will go...

they painted the universe

I drew this on my PDA during summer school.





My PDA also has Pokemon, Yellow version!  YES!

I Caught You Come On To Me Red Handed

I Caught You Come On To Me Red Handed[Soon to become a song lyric, will be edited]

Do you really know the answer friend
You think you're right, tell me then
Ahah, I knew it
You are only full of shit
Sorry to burst your bubble cell
But I could tell it didn't sell
I could see it in your eyes
You're playin me babe, you're throwin lies
    I caught you come on to me red handed darlin
    You can run babe, but you just can't hide
    I am an eyewitness I saw with my two eyes
    You were coming on and I caught you red handed tonight
So what is up, what's your plan
Shut up, it wasn't that grand
It wasn't stupid, you're not dumb
You could never be dumb of a thousand and one
Of the billions o' people in the world
You're the most clever girl
Ya don' have to be 'ligent and smart
Don' think at all, follow your heart
'Cause catches like me appreciate
Catches like you who don't act fake
    I caught you come on to me red handed darlin
    You can run babe, but you just can't hide
    I am an eyewitness I saw with my two eyes
    You were coming on and I caught you red handed tonight
Hell, I thought it was really cute
You looked a little nervous and mute
Hey, guess what, listen to this
I'm feel uncomfortable talking about it
What the hell, why, why not
Just talk about it, it's worth a shot
But a devil of nervousness ruins our thought
Then we studder the handle we've got
Well then f*ck it, don't worry, be happy as they say
'Cause another catch is hard to play
So keep it real and stick with you're catch
Considering this, it will be a good one and it will last
So won't you stay, at least 'till the night pass

I'm glad you klutzed in front of me
It meant to happen, meant to be
I'm so glad we bumped each other
Instead of faking in front of another
I see the girl locked up inside
And I like her well, not when she hides
Deep in your pockets you keep the key
I want to help you set her free
Tonight, tonight, give me your hand
Turn the key together and
Unlock the soul you're most suitable
The one you live with and I too am comfortable
'Cause I love your soul, when it goes to heaven
I want to reserve suite number eleven
It's the sweetest suites of suites
A balcony facing an infinite beach
Tonight, tonight, the night would last
So won't you stay, at least 'till our lives pass
    I caught you come on to me red handed darlin
    You can run babe, but you just can't hide
    I am an eyewitness I saw with my two eyes
    You were coming on and I caught you red handed tonight

Love.

Love has been a very special thing to me lately.  To most people, it means attractions, dating, making out, sex, commitment.  In some casses, that may be what love means to you, especially commitment, that's always an important love symptom.  But something else has brought me to love the ones I love.  When I'm with the one I love, I feel a sense of assurance that I don't get from anything else; a temptation that draws me to wanna be with them, even when she's away from me; a strong feeling, a feeling that I know she'll be there for me when I need her, or want to be with her.  And often times, the one I love may come to me when she needs me, or wants to be with me.  When you love someone, it's a great feeling, a feeling you want to feel all the time.  But when you love (as a verb), when you feel love for someone, that's even better; and when that person, or a person, someone you love, feels love for you back, that's the best feeling, a feeling you want forever.  This person that you love may be out of reach, but you still love that person.  And they may be with someone else, but deep inside,  that person does love you, and someday, both sexes will discover their love for each other, and some other day, both will be able to share it together.  Like I said, love doesn't have to be about attractions, dating, making out, sex, etc.; it's just a feeling of need, a feeling of assurance, a feeling of wanting to be together, that's it.  For the one I love, I need you and I wanna be with you right now.  I love you.

The Edge of Tomorrow

Do you wait for the afterlife
What will it bring you, will it bring you
Have you ever seen the end of life
What do you see, say you see
In the beginning before there were stars
A sky of blue
There was a giant rock before Mars
And nightime too
Was around and the superior force named God
And when clouds come out
Created a bang that created the galaxy
Cover the sky there's a heaven
    The galaxy is full of too many answers
    Where's the question, where's the question
    It lies on the edge of tomorrow
Can you really predict the future
Do you see an image, can you upload the image
Did you happen to see the meaning of life
Six, seven central, six, seven
Are there signs of other organic creatures

Center of

Living on planets with abnormal features
The universe
Are we alone or are we experimented
What we find
Or have we been the hoax of God's imagination
We have not found
    Imagination takes us afar
    Are we there yet, are we there yet
    The galaxy is full of too many answers
    Where's the question, where's the question
    It lies on the edge of tomorrow   

An Angel and a Saint

An Angel and a Saint


There lie a red Dixie cup
Lying there on the road
A few miles outside of the city
Observe and admire the hard working rat
As it steps into that what he calls home

A late afternoon, but not yet evening
Not so warm, but not too cold
And not a bit nippy
For a day in the late summer
And not yet fall
All the bustle in the city
Getting ready for it all
It goes on every month
Every season, every week
It happens on Thanksgiving
Christmas, Easter morning
And the hopeless preparation
Of the days and the weeks before
So every day the cars and buses
Go all day yelling and smoking
It's a crying shame that God
Don't come down n' say, "Shut up!"
But seeing every Sunday that
This thing has never happened
The only option is to walk away
And simply look right past them

I come here every so often
Just a few miles outside the city
And I pity it as I'm sitting near
The bus stop, but never on it
Past the cup a weed of grass
And past the grass some rocks
Lower and more out there was the sea
Reflected by the sun
A guitar and a composition book
To pass the time
Measured by the horizon line
An old guitar, a sad looking one
The stain and paint were stripped of their
Old beauty they once had
A weak old steel string was snapped and coiled
But was still remaining
An Audiovox voice recorder
Contained a good amount of notes
Notes of music, music about dreams of love
And memories of hate for the world
The batteries were dead now for weeks and weeks
So no more notes were told
Only thoughts inside the head
And those on beaten pieces of paper

Choppy water, and choppy water
That's all the marina has to give
A few rocks with a light house though
Provides as a small industrial art
My heart felt a little lighter as I soon noticed
The boats had gone off to sleep
I was beginning to feel a little bit sleepy
I thought I was already fallen asleep
Instead I stood up thinking
As I stared across the water
To the left the buildings now
They all had 5 o' clock shadows
And the choppy water blended
Into the sea untouched
The breeze was cooler
I liked that

As I observed, I wondered, pondered
I thought of a thought I never thought of
If there is a God up in the heavens
If He was who they said he was
Could God Himself send down an angel
Of his own
That one day she may land on Earth
And change the ways of man
She'd play us beautiful music unheard of
That bleeds our human ears
But leaves a scab that protects us from the noises
Of anything other than that
A scar that rids our virginity
Of real beauty

The smog had cleared the sky
And out came clouds of blue
Imagine, just imagine
The most beautiful clouds in the world
Out of the clouds, I must be crazy
But an angel came out of the sky
She looked at me with her soft sweet blue eyes
And I observed her appearance
She looked no more than the cutest girl
From school or from home
The girl that has a fun and free mind
But a heart full of friendship and love
Her long brown hair waved around her
A halo propped on top
She wore a pair of blue-jean shorts
And a shirt with a designer music note on
She wore a necklace around her neck
Which hung a golden crucifix
A pair of wings extended from her back behind her shoulders
Strong and elegant at that
Of gentle feathers of a dove
Pure and white as snow
She had a pretty face
With smooth soft skin
The angel had her in one hand
A magic golden harp
The angel in her angel way
Let out her other hand
She looked upon me with innocence
But full of guiding power
I was still a little shocked
Am I really seeing this
I did not want this thing to stop
Though I was still scared to shit

I wanted to go up with her
Leave this dreaded world behind
Like the people from The Martian Chronicles
I wanted a Mars of mine
The angel said I cannot leave
That now is not my time
I must stay here and teach the world
Of things from a beautiful mind
Then disappointment disturbed that mind
And at that moment I began to cry
I do not understand the things
They do not meet reality
Sure they are beautiful indeed
But they're nothing but plain images you see
This is what I had told the angel

While my face turned to a rain battered shed
I lifted my dirty hands from their pockets
And wiped them on my face
As I held this pointless tantrum
I felt something very strange
I felt lighter than before
My feet grew more relaxed
There grew that funny feeling in my stomach
The one you often get when riding
On a roller coaster ride
Eyes were brave to open
But thought they had regretted opening
And the mind was amazed in disbelief
As it saw me floating free
Floating, floating, oh my God
I felt like a new born baby
After the kicking and screaming and suffering
When entering a brand new world
Scared, frightened, confused
I would have been crying more
But my eyes were fixed on this marvel

A blanket, a bed, a woman held me
The angel I mean, and she wrapped her arms
Around me, holding me like a baby
And  telling it goodnight
She didn't say goodnight however
The angel held my body and kissed my head
She appointed me to the Lord
To do a duty for the world
While answering all my problems as well
She told me of the beautiful things
In a song she list them:

What this world has not to offer
Do not let it go to you
For if you go on off and wander
You'll see that it's not true
Some people live on their lives poorly
But times it's not intentional
It is not that they're not worthy
They just don't understand at all
There are wise men who know of this
But they are easy to give up
Because they haven't had their wits
Or they are of no luck
But you my child are blessed with power
The power of the Holy Spirit
And your job is to travel far
And draw others near it
Show them that there is still beauty
Like music and independence
Whatever nature's left to see
Our brothers and our friends
So don't you cry now anymore
Be brave and be true
Go save the world young savior
And don't forget, I love you

Before I tried to realize
She was gone and I was standing again
Now was crying more than ever
But with a smile on my face
The sun was purple under the clouds
And made a vanilla colored sky
A rooster in the city crowed its last for the night
The harbor bells sounded pretty
Silent in the night
The city lights activated
Like still fireflies
The lighthouse was like the lady of a soldier
Waiting for her love to return home

My tears had dried
I quickly scrubbed my face with my black tee-shirt
I bagged up my equipment
Walked over to the bus stop bench
And for a few I waited
The bus came like a ghost
Wandering down the highway
As I stepped toward the bus door
I noticed where before there remained a weed
Which lay in front of the Dixie cup
There was now a fully bloomed white flower
At that moment I adored this flower
And I loved it
It's decision to bloom at night
Was to live for the beauty of life


- Paul Skinner

Summa school's out! Woohoo!!!!!!!!!!

After 6 dreadful months of being off restriction, I'm finally free!  Umm, I have nothing much to say about it other than the classes I took were extremely fun, and I've been dying to get out and jam and hang out with my friends.  Uhh, tomorrow, I'll post a poem I made a week or two ago.  It's 8 pages long in 12 point font!  So, uhh, yeah.  Laters!

Like a story piece from a Final Fantasy or some kind of RPG

    The town was just awaking as Ino entered, coming from a long journey.  He was hoping to seek medical aid and buy some potions from the item shop.  He wore a brown leather vest with a few pockets which contained small weapons.  He had on a black shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, and to the side of one of the hips hung a sword wrapped in a case.
    Soon after he entered the small town, all the townspeople arose and scrambled through the town to do their daily work.  These people were average folk and did not know of battle, other than the equipment shop owner who, when it came to politics and warfare, not many people in that town understood.  The people had no sense of adventure and encountered no aspects of evil.  And yet Ino was possessed with both of these qualities.
    There was one person at the item shop, a cute young pharmacy girl at the register.  Ino approached the counter.
    "Good morning," he said.
    "Huh?"  The young girl stretched and yawned, and she rubbed her face as if her whole body was not ready to be awake yet.
    "Oh, please excuse me," the girl said, embarrassed.
    "That's quite alright.  My name is Ino."
    "It's nice to meet you Ino.  I'm Lynn.  Is there anything I can do for you?"
    "Yes, I'd like to buy a few potions please."
    "Alright then."  The girl reached behind the counter, then asked him something as if she forgot.
    "What kind of potion would you like to buy?"
    "Just the standard, nothing fancy."
    She grabbed three bottles of potion and set them on the counter.
    "That'll be fourty-five gil please," she said, and she opened the register.
    "We hardly every used to get business here, but recently we've had more customers from outside of the village."
    Ino gave her the money, and said to her while looking out the doorway, "They are wise customers.  They are preparing for the battle of a lifetime, with the hope and pride to save the world."
    The traveling warrior stepped out of the shop and took a breath of fresh air, for he know it would be the last that he would enjoy for a long time.  He was planning on staying at the inn to rest and revive his health, but first he meant to visit the equipment shop, and before he could do that he had to locate it.
    "Excuse me sir," Ino tapped the shoulder of an old man walking by.  "Could you direct me to the equipment shop?"
    "I'm terribly sorry sir," the old man tipped his hat off to show his attention.  "The store closed days ago.  The man who owns the store, Mr. Katara, left on a business trip a week or two ago to make a few trades.  No one has heard from him since.  Not many people here visit the shop, so we're keeping the news to a minimal.  This way the town won't get involved in unnecessary danger."
    "Have you searched for him?"
    "Oh, yes.  Some search squads have been formed, and a few villagers rode out on chocobos just yesterday, but still no progress had been made."
    There was a long pause, and Ino's thoughts began to worry about the incident, and worry that it was not a coincidence.  The old man suddenly looked up as if he remembered something.
    "There was one thing.  A traveler came down here not to long ago.  He was carrying a sword made by Mr. Katara.  When I asked him where he got it, he said that he had returned from fighting a battle against a fleet of monsters.  He said he took it from a monster he had slain, and he noticed it wasn't a monster's sword."
    "That could only mean one thing," Ino's face jumped with discovery.  "He must be in the Mountains of Shadow Goblin, he must be there.  Have you searched anywhere there?"
    "No, we can't.  No one will even enter through the Echo Corridors, not even the chocobos."
    "Well then," Ino drew his sword out.  "I know what I must do.  I will go now to the forbidden Mountains of Shadow Goblin."

We all have best friends, like that one guy, Chris...

PetMetroid1: chris!
uberally1: what
PetMetroid1: my mom was like, "are you
going to ur friends house tonight?"
PetMetroid1: and I was like
PetMetroid1: hold on
PetMetroid1: ok
PetMetroid1: and i was like, "i wansnt
planning on it"
PetMetroid1: so im like
PetMetroid1: "ok"
PetMetroid1: so can i go to someones
house after work tonight?
PetMetroid1: bus (inside joke, that means he died and got hit by a bus)
PetMetroid1: school bus?
PetMetroid1: or military bus?
PetMetroid1: or public bus?
PetMetroid1: or tour bus?
PetMetroid1: or special bus?
PetMetroid1: or swat bus?
PetMetroid1: or mexican bus?
PetMetroid1: or daycare bus?
PetMetroid1: or musican's bus?
PetMetroid1: or double decker bus?
PetMetroid1: or zoo bus?
PetMetroid1: or hotwheels bus?
PetMetroid1: or playskool bus?
PetMetroid1: or monster bus?
PetMetroid1: or is it monster truck bus?
PetMetroid1: well if you ask me, i think
you got hit by all of these busses at
the same time!
PetMetroid1: OUCH!@!@!@
PetMetroid1: that'd hurt!
PetMetroid1: well, u must b dead then
PetMetroid1: unless you got hit by a...
PetMetroid1: ...jesus bus?
PetMetroid1: but that was after u got hit
by the magic bus
PetMetroid1: and the eric bus
PetMetroid1: and the jesus bus drove u
up to heaven
PetMetroid1: and you commanded an army
against hell with a psp
PetMetroid1: and u were like keanna
reaves
PetMetroid1: but we were all like
PetMetroid1: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
PetMetroid1: chris is dead!!!!
PetMetroid1: hes not supposed to die yet
PetMetroid1: and i said
PetMetroid1: "III was supposed to kill
him, no fair!"
PetMetroid1: and we were like
PetMetroid1: "ah shit, now we need a new
bass player"
PetMetroid1: where are we gonna find
one'o those?
PetMetroid1: so we just hired a hobbo
PetMetroid1: and bryan no longer had
nasty hair
PetMetroid1: cause the hobbo hadn't
washed in weeks
PetMetroid1: eeeeeewwwwwwwweeeeeeee
PetMetroid1: but he smelled  a hepha
PetMetroid1: grose!
PetMetroid1:
eeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeee
PetMetroid1: and we're like
PetMetroid1: "damnit, we neeeeeeed chris!"
uberally1 signed off at 2:21:34 PM.
PetMetroid1: so we all died and
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PetMetroid1: the end
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PetMetroid1: geeez, we're soo glad u care,
u bass terd!
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We were all supposed to go up to heaven that day to reunite the band, but chris never returned my calls...  Chris, this bud's for you!

It's all just fun and games, till somebody looses a nut!

Crazy Girl

Don't let her beauty striken thee.
be personality the key.

Crazy girl in the sun
She blazes in the light
Running down the sandy beach
Calling to creatures of the sea
Amazes thee, amazes me
Crazy girl she got a smile
That train the badest crocodile
A spell to cast upon someone
One spell that someone love someone
A parrallel dimension
Of a sixth sense called romance
Yet crazy girl is that a goddess
Of another universe
She's more than that of a mere lover
But a brother and a friend
Her eyes will hypnotize
Though her hugs will never end
Her hair may be of beauty sued
But kisses never fade
Her body is a magnificent structure
Made by man
Yes, but most important are memories
With a goddess in the sand
Crazy girl, crazy girl
We all adore your beauty
But some of us respect the most
Of crazy girl, the spirit within thee

Pirates!

Of The Caribbean!!!



The ending has a big cliffhanger!

Wut about North Korea?

= This radical blog is a response to the newspaper article from the 5th of July titled "North Korea launches missiles"

Everyday we keep hearing about the Middle East on the news, well alot of the time it's regarding our troops, and I'm not putting that down, just the entire issue in general.  There are so many other problems going on in the world that we are giving no attention.  Like activities in North Korea.  I think they could be a possible threat in the near future, and they have been heading in that direction.  A couple of days ago they began testing their long-range missiles which they claim could reach as far as the United States...........................
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuhhduh... anyone would be stupid not to sense a threat there.  Uhh, stupid!  You redards (nothing personal) understand they were testing their missiles, duh, hoping they would work, duh, how do they work, duh, they are supposed to fire halfway around the world, duh, when testing the main goal is to pass and succeed, duh, where else are they going to test it, duh, WE are halfway around the world, duh, if they got it to work the first (get this: how many times they tested it...) ten times it would result in the deaths of million(s) American guinea pigs for their test.  This is a huge threat, this is where the biggest should have been focused, at least for a day.  And, if unstopped, they will get it to work, just like any other human being evolves to new technology.  In the mean time we need to research a defense strategy as they are researching a way to get the missile to work.  If the Bush administration is going to say they are too busy, that's bull!  The priority they are making for the war in Iraq takes no more time and effort than making a DiGiorno pizza.  Only someone stupid would stand and stare at the oven for the entire fourty minutes.  There's plenty of time to watch TV and take out the trash; there's plenty of time to fight (FROM AMERICA, not personally fight) the war in Iraq and run a defensive program against Korea.  I wanna touch on one last thing before I settle down.  While Bush has been sending out troops for years to look for nuclear weapons in Iraq, Korea has admitted that they have nuclear weapons and are still making them!  I mean, throw me a freakin' bone here!  The Bush administration knows this, don't they?  I mean, they should.  But I suppose Bush is more--he, OMG, he is just stubborn!  If he has the slightest clue that he's screwed up, he is too stubborn to show it, and he dows not want to be wrong, he won't, he won't let it happen.  He was too concerned about finishing his daddy's pursuit to catch Sudam, and now he's making more excuses to keep troops overseas, but the truth is that he can't bring them home.  Our troops are like Jenga pieces: if we are removed, everything will fall apart.  This is the real truth (which is partially why I fully support my troops) and Bush just doesn't want to admit it.  We and the war and ...stuff is like a quarter ride at Toys R Us; we need another quarter or the baby will cry, but we still gotta deal with that spoiled baby, and Bush and the war is the quarter.  Hopefully, the baby will be satisfied soon,
God I hope...

Good info about every human being

     Five days ago I discussed how everyone is different.  I envy how great it is, how it makes each and every one of us special.  But every jedi has its dark side.  Our differences also lead to dispute, to argument, and ...stuff.  Sometimes they make a person dislikable, or hard to understand, or something like that.  What one person wants is not what everyone elso wants, and can not be what another wants at all.  Forgive me for rambling, but I feel like I'm trying to get a point out... somewhere. 
    Pop culture: I explained it alot in my blog a few days ago, but it can also do other evils, like bad habits.  Bad habits are usually triggered by pop culture.  It's like the darkside taking control and pulluting the mind with evil, and after awhile, the wetland that was once clean and thriving is now near extinction and cannot be saved.  This is sad.  It ruins personality and reputation, portraying others' point of views to be somethings you don't want them to be. 
    Bad habits are parasites that feed on every human, and they are usually influenced by an outside source, usually a popular one: gambling, drugs, driving, lying, porn, etc.  Since, one more time, habits are feeding on every human being, there is no point in letting it affect social life (unless the habit does cross that line radically, I will not intervine).  We all have em', and we usually can't do much about em'.  All you can do, unfortunately, is say, "hey, that's 'so-and-so,' and he/she'll never change."  That person will always be that way, but it doesn't make them a bad person.  In fact, that person prolly knows it was a mistake they made in the past that caused them to have this habit.  A mistake. 
    Most importatly, not everyone's actions acurately tell a person who we are, only the person themself.  People make stupid actions, they do things that they never meant to do, and would give his left nut (or her right ovary, wow, wieord) to change what they did.  Don't let a simple mistake ruin a life.  Stay true to what is real, because actions aren't real, only the person inside, where we find a man, and inside the man, we find his nucleus.

The Talk of the Tree

The Talk of the Tree
by Paul Skinner

    It was another typical morning, clear sky, as clear as possible, light traffic, everyone had gone to work and the day had already begun.  The park lay right on the corner of two major cross streets, and a school across the street from it.  Few cars were parked along the pathway, randomized into little bunches.  A small blue BMW broke the sound barrier as it set off its alarm and rang through the trees and the rest of the park.
    Damnit!  I was meaning to sleep in this morning if it weren't for that G**damned metal dog!  Oh well, I guess I'll have to rustle my leaves early.  The tree suddenly silently shook in the morning breeze.  Two older men came near to sit at the bench just a few feet away.  I ought to be a little more content, I mean listen to me!  But it's hard not to complain after all.  I suppose the young mans from across the street would have woken me anyway.  Beastly immature creatures they are, almost every day they meet together for some ritual, and right about when the sun is in the middle of the sky, they all rush out, noisy in all, most of them making a bigger commotion with their painted horses, activating them one by one.
    The tree sighed, and the two men began to talk about politics.  The tree didn't know what the hell they were talking about, but he became interested when he heard "Bush," then lost interest again.  He looked over at the newly planted trees across the parkway.  Poor newbies.  Came strait out from Africa, and right around the same time that new building got put in, some kind of sandwich store, and I know a sandwich when I see one, the sqirrels told me about em'.  The food is a luxury for the squirrels, but as for the trees and the other comrades including the animals, that building just encourages the savage creatures to make a bigger mess of the park.  Why, just yesterday morning I woke up to find an abandoned picnic at my stump.  I don't understand it, I didn't even find it to look any bit appetizing, food served in the same niche as garbage!
    Sensing a feeling of boredom, the tree tried to listen to the older men again, both now talking about their children, their jobs, their cars.  The tree could not understand, but somehow he know that it was stupid, immoral, and destructive.  The tree suddenly bled a large gush of sap, and it felt sad.
    "Poor tree," one man said.  "It seems that the poor old thing has nearly met its day."  The other man stood and tipped his hat up.
    "That's crazy talk, it's not like it has feelings."

Discovery Channel Presents: The Red Light

Discovery Channel Presents:
The Red Light

    The red light is a misunderstood creature, constantly changing moods from green to red when least expected.  If you ever happen to encounter one of these creatures, they can be very dangerous.  The red light gives its prey a warning sign before it turns bloddy red mad.  When it flashes its yellow light, no nearby citizen is safe within a 100ft range.  As soon as its prey enters the red light's territory, the light begins to attack. 
    The red light is a fast creature, ranging from one to two and a half seconds in attack speed.  Some red lights have an incredible sense of sight and memory as an advantage for them.  When the prey enters its territory, the light will familiarize itself with its victim simply by looking at it and making a picture in its mind so that later the light can stalk its prey.  A red light's territory is called an "intersection".  The red light makes boundaries for this intersection called "crosswalks".  The red light never leaves its intersection when attacking because it often never has to.  The light will pounce upon its prey before it leaves the entire intersection and crosses the last crosswalk. 
    After catching its prey, the stop light will not feed upon it itself.  It instead passes it on to its young, which are called the police and the government (common name "the man").  They feed in a very unusual way, forcing the prey to suffer through finacial aid. 
    The red light is a very interesting animal which attacks its prey in a very interesting way, different from any other organism.  Beware of the red light.

Good info for every human being

    I hate mass media, bandwagoning, Access Hollywood, ...stuff.  So many people think they don't know their interests other than those of everyone else.  They take the easy route and the popular vote because they are too lazy (or whatever it is, whether it may be that they have no interest in looking for the best route) and they feel it will be okay and enjoyable for them since it works for many other people, that is the popular interest.  This is very important: every person's mind works differently, and every single person is interested in different things.  Not everyone's interests work for other people. 
    All of this comes down to our culture today.  So many people are stuck on pop culture.  Today, two of the most listened to radio stations, KROQ and KIIS, are devoted big-brothers to the pop culture.  Pop is short for popular (duh, but that's not the point), hence the term pop culture means what the majority likes, what most people enjoy.  Even still, the pop culture is merely a definition, it is not a genre, it is not a style of music that people say they like to listen to, because pop is generated from others' ideas, some ideas that some people might not like.  These two radiostations also have no variety, and listening, we become isolated, ignorant, and dull minded.  Even TV shows, like Access Hollywood as I mentioned before.  This kind of media only promotes America's sense of ignorance by focusing on today's fashion, Britney's baby, Tom and Katie, TV shows that have only gained respect through fast money and their own promotions. 
    There are many people--no, everyone has his or her own interests and they do not, DO NOT have to relate to everyone else.  They don't have to be televised on local channels.  They don't have to be talked about on the radio.  They don't have to be part of gossip at work, or school even.  I do things that no one (not many people) does.  I encourage you and anyone you know to go out right now and find, FIND something that sounds interesting.  Cool is not a definition, it is a personal state of mind, an opinion, different for every person.

My favorite dream...

    Hmm...  I'm not sure that I can target one particular dream, but I can analyze a few.  When I was young, four years or less, one of my parents (I for got which one) was clueless enough to bring me in the Backdraft show studio thing at Unerversal Studios.  That triggered a box set of nightmares, including one dream like this:
    With my brother and grandma, we were walking through this dim hell-lighted cave.  I happened to notice something wierd as I walked with them; there were small tunnels, about the width of a bedroom.  When I looked inside, there would be a train (you could tell by it's locamotive headlight) and it was approaching out of the tunnel, so it appeared as if it were a long tunnel, an optical illusion.  Sorry, I had to include all of that.  Anyways, when we finished at the end, it turned into the hallway of my old house in North Long Beach.  Whan my two family members arrived in the livingroom, they were worried because I wasn't there with them.  In fact, ironically, I was in the bathroom.
    I had a trilogy dream set about aliens, or the end of the world, or whatever.  One was about aliens taking over Signal Hill (Wheh?  Yeah, I know).  Another was a lil disturbing to me.  I had a dream about aliens taking over my highschool, and it was pretty violent, but that wasn't the disturbing part.  It went out on the news later that afternoon, and it was discussed very little and portraid as only a nominal headline. 
    I had another dream from the boxset I called "The End of the World".  I was at my dad's house, and for some reason, the camera's point of view, after showing the setting, turned to an old friend from across the street.  He went into my backyard and planted Skittles in the lawn like in the old commercials.  Later that night, I went to bed.  For some odd reason my brother was sharing a room with me when in fact he had never been at that time.  He went to bed around the same time, and--oh damnit, I forgot something!  I could have almost ruined the whole story.  Have you ever watched "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang"?  Haha, I just did that from the movie.  OK, sorry, where am I?  Oh yeah!  Before I went to bed, I saw lights in the sky, not stars, actual lights.  When we went to bed, I asked my brother, I mentioned the Skittles.  My brother told me to forget about it and just got to bed.  Well, about five seconds later, light flashed and it was the end of my dream...

I think that the "Wilson High Abduction" was my favorite.  I thought it was the scariest to me.  I might be telling you now that this is my favorite dream, but I may be wrong, I'm not sure that I can target one particular dream, but I did analyze a few.

Why should we read?

    Reading is a method, a tool, a sense, a technique we use to express each others' ideas and feelings, and to communicate with each other.  The language itself does this, but it's reading and writing that enable us to do this without talking, in times when that person is not there, in times when that person is mute, in times when the other person is def (spelling issue?), in times when... well anytime one person cannot talk to another, and that's almost all of the time. 
        This is not the only reason we read however.  Why the hell do we read books?  Well, in school it's simply a tool to help us develop our reading and writing skills.  But that's a boring take on it.  What else is it?  Imagine that everytime you sit down to read that book, by the way, what author is it?  Okay, imagine that person is sitting right there next to you giving you advise, telling you a story, telling you the wrongs and the rights of the world (and the lefts!), telling you to rebel against the man, telling you to rebel against yourself, explaining the meaning of life, providing a truth, sharing ideas, getting something out to the reader so that they can use it to his or her benefit.  Don't get me wrong, this aint no daddy tellin' ya what to do and take out the garbage.  This is merely a guide through life, an influence, an angel if you may, and that angel will carry us through life and we'll tell it where to carry us.  All we have to do is pick up a book and read it, only then will the angel of art and influence give us ideas to find the real truth in life.

Why am I alive?

Why are we alive?  There are many perceptions of why.  There is the spiritual belief, in which there is a god, or God, or whatever; and mankind can live a good life to seek a wonderful afterlife.  Like a dropout high schooler, people question that theory, go flippin' nuts, because they don't know for sure: the answer.  Science and nature may suggest that we are like any other organism trying to survive and plenty theirselves as much as they can.  For most people, this theory is also hard to take in, because--why ...what is the benefit?  The outcome?  Well, why don't you go ask Mr. Cheetah?  The fish in the river?  The mold in your refridgerator?  "Pshh, IDK," is what they'll all say.  The fact of the matter is that no one knows what we live for, but shouldn't we prepare ourselves anyway?  It's like when we go shopping.  You'd like to buy something, but you don't know what, or how much you'll spend.  So, how much money are you going to bring with you?  That's all up to you, only the store manager knows what will be there when you arrive.  This is an analogy on why we live.  We aren't aware of what lies ahead of us, but we can prepare for anything, we have no clue what god, God, or Mother Nature have set for us, but whatever it is, whatever the price is, the store will be open.

ATTENTION: Summa lineup. Updates. And lots of other ...stuff!

-Time to change the reel
What band should my new profile be?  I'm free for requests any day of the week, so go on ahead and think of something.

-If I can find a place to store ...stuff
If somebody could suggest me a place to store stuff on the internet, I will want to post downloads.  I will have loads of goodies, like music, pics, movies, and maybe some other little videogame or PC stuffies!  YEAH VIDEOJUEGOS!!!

-I'll be posting new lyrics in a bullitin every week
On Wedldkjflday, Alice Cooper's (I think) "School's Out" is goin up!  School's been blown to pieces!

-Little advertisements
For example, my brother's movie at OOHFACEDFILMS.COM called "Dumb of the Dead", the best zombie movie ever made, with no zombies!

-Radio???
And I'm Ron Burgandy???  Haha, I think I may put up a radio station online this summer.  Using the one and only Shoutcast radio server thingy, it's supposed to be playable on most of the big media players, like Windows, iTunes, WinAmp, and Real.  If anyone wants to help me out, I'll pass on my iPod... which has been broken for a month now, and i've been too lazy to fix it.

-Go for the gold
I'm in search for a companion this summer.  Go to the beach and get the ladies every Friday night, come join me, there's plenty to go around.  LOL

-A bunch of other stuff
A bunch of other stuff will happen, too.  Our band's gonna get to serious business this summer.  I'm planing on doing stuff with the church every now and then, cause Jesus is my 1 hommie!  Gotta learn the stickshift so I can go and take my test so I can drive allllllllll over LBC!  YES!!!  Gotta go get my haircut next week, who said?  I said, the back is too long and the sides too short.  Chris is supposed to cut it.  Got shirts up for grabs like I said in my bullitin.  When I get a new TV and speakers from the Thrift store, I'll have movie nights at my mom's house.  Ever since my brother moved out of my room, it's HUUUUUUUUGGGGEEEEE now!!!!!!!!  So, yeah.  I'm seein new friends comin into the... friend circle thing, or whatever you call it, so that's cool.  i'm typing really fast, and my glasses are off, so I cant't see very well.  If anyone wants any practice typing, just IM me at "PetMetroid1", AIM of coarse.  Chris and Edgar are givin me guitar lessons this summer, too.  That will be funny.  If anything else is happening this summer, please let me know, I don't want to be left out in the dark, and Paul Skinner is afriad of the dark.  JKJK, no he isn't.  He's here right now and he says he is in fact not scared of the dark.  OK, peace out, stay cool, go for the gold, keep it togather, don't let the bedbugs bite,  don't hold back, don't look back, don't stop thinking about tomorrow, it's almost over, good things to come... what else is there, I kinow I'm missing something... .....             .............................Oh yeah!  Gunight!

Sorry I din't spell check his one.

Umm, what's better to use as a yearbook?

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VIDEOGAMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Alright, I beat Zelda!

I jumped back on it [Windwaker] after not playing for a few months, but now I beat it.  That's a really good game, damn I can't wait for the new Zelda to come out!

I guess this will get someone to respond. Talk about yourself, I wanna hear.

1. Who are you?

2. Are we friends?

3. When and how did we meet?

4. How have I affected you?

5. What do you think of me?

6. What's the fondest memory you have of me?

7. How long do you think we will be friends?

8. Do you love me?

9. Do you have a crush on me?

10. Would you kiss me?

11. Would you hug me?

12. Physically, what stands out?

13. Emotionally, what stands out?

14. Do you wish I was cooler?

15. On a scale of 1-10, how hot am I?

16. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.

17. Am I loveable?

18. How long have you known me?

19. Describe me in one word.

20. What was your first impression?

21. Do you still think that way about me now?

22. What do you think my weakness is?

23. Do you think I'll get married?

24. What makes me happy?

25. What makes me sad?

26. What reminds you of me?

27. If you could give me anything what would it be?

28. How well do you know me?

29. When's the last time you saw me?

30. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?

31. Do you think I could kill someone?

32. Have we ever had sex?

33. Do you miss me?

34. Do you think i miss you?

35. Are you going to put this on [your facebook] and see what I say about you?

"And I'll Thank You" poem

And I'll Thank You

I'm tired, tired, too tired to talk
I'm sorry babe, it's not my fault
If I kick off my shoes, it's nothing rude
Nothing 'gainst you, yo soy muy cansado
    But I'm not the only one singing here
    Put me to sleep and I'll thank you for it
Lullaby massage my head
Tranqualize me into bed
Thinking about what you said
Or what I said? I don't remember
Girl, you know to play guitar
Show me how you've done so far
If I fall asleep my dove
I'm not a flake, I'm just in love
    And tired at that, so if you'd please
    Put me to sleep and I'll thank you for it
If I snore a bassy tune
Don't kick my head, call me a fool
Grose, I do not mean to drool
Because I'm numb, the pain is numb
Sorry I'm tired, too tired to talk
Go ahead and say it's my fault
Cause I'm too tired to fight
Just lemme sleep in your arms tonight
    What I'm asking, I'll make it clear
    Put me to sleep and I'll thank you for it

Doctor, it was a close one...

He almost died at death!

Damnit, I hope I make it the next month. [and a poem]

My love, my darling
I'm on the verge, on the edge
Getting close, but still so far
What the hell is happening
I aint' goin nowhere, yet I'm improving everyday
Will we ever come together
Sorry babe, I got too much droppin down on me
But if you would do me a favor
If you would like to do me a favor
If you will do me a favor
Give me inspiration, gimme power
Give me something to work for
Something to live for
'Cause if I improve everyday
And I am not improving
There is no "because" and only "why"
Since there is no "because"
Will you answer my "why"?
Will you fill out a reason?
Fill in the line __________
Just something I'm asking
'Cause I'm not goin nowhere
And if you ever wanna be together
Baby, I'm tryin my best
But I need your cooperation as well
I need you
Yet I'm on the verge, on the edge
Getting close, but still so far
What the hell is happening
When will I be with you?

Have I lost my artistic touch?

Aye dios mio, I hope I haven't.  That would be too sad.  How could I respect nature, music, technology, videogames, music, friendship, girls, love, the simple things in life?  Will I still be able to stare and daze at a pretzel-shaped Cinabon for five minutes?  Will I still be entertained by those "clickety-clackety" magic Mexican toys with the blocks and ribbon?  Will I still be able to write the same beautiful music that I have written for years?  Will I reflect upon love and beauty with the most prettyfull vocabulary, analogies, and metaphores?  Will I be able to win over a girls heart with all of it?  ...well, I guess I haven't done that before.  Will I ever again write a thought out, short essay length, Romantic blog?  How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?  The world may never know...

Family Guy is recording right now!

    So be quiet, and go get me my popcorn woman!!!

Ah man, I was soo close to beating Zelda just now!

I never knew Gamecube games could just crash like that... it's a good thing I saved.
    {Phew]