Remembering Him

1st mvmnt

1. I must always remember him. 
2. Deep within the tumult of my senses, I must always remember that the storm is not unyielding. His eyes are my twin Suns, blotting out the anti-smiles.
3. Whenever I am too blinded, as everyone can be, by my own insecurities, I must remember that it is him who makes me feel secure. 
4. Whenever I consider my life through splintered, faded glasses, considering things that no rational mind should, I must remember that he is the reason for keeping sane.
5. Whenever the deepest crevices of my emotion have frozen over, I must remember that he is the only warmth worth feeling and fighting for. 
6. Whenever the small beast, jealousy, grows larger and larger behind my pupils, I must remember that pity only dehumanizes the heart that should feel sympathy; I must remember that we are who we are, as long as we both are willing.
7. I must remember that I am always willing.
8. I must remember to always remind him how deeply I care.
9. I must remember to never take for granted the wideness of his smile or the fullness of his eyes.
10. I must never become the kind of person that we both have had to endure.
11. I must remember that every foolish gesture and every immature outburst are only manifestations of the "me" I've left behind. 
12. I must remember that the past is of no importance, even when resurrected unintentionally. 
13. I must remember trust.
14. I must remember never to attempt a justification for a wrong that I must admit.
15. I must remember him.
16. I must remember that my flaws are my worst enemies. 
17. I must remember that my flaws define me.
18. I must remember that though my flaws may weigh me down, he accepts me flaws and all.
19. I must remember him.
20. I must always remember him.

2nd mvmnt

<4

+ Ari, the ever faithful Artchbishope of Artillery

Creed

I, Emerson Stone,  being for the first time in my memory of completely sound mind, hereby solemnly swear not to allow the fruits of my labor to die. Rather, they shall prosper for I have met for the first time today the real me. And he's terrifying

Stone.

Artillery: The Cello

hurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsithurtsitHURTS

when you're not        H          E            R               E

(this is the prologue)

Strength is always expected to be so strong.

But who holds the sluice key to Strength's submerg'ed heart?

the cello

I can hear the cello,

and it reminds me of you.

(interlude)

The fullness of you overflows, filling me,

And I, the phantasmagoric grotto scum, the slithering dregs,

The cobblestone corridor of words and neon,

I become complete:

A radiant entity of white and pink and gold.

In the tumult of my mind at night, I enclose a memory of your smile within my pocket, to remove at will whenever you're not with me. The distance, the space, the too-sudden temporary displacement of space. I forget sadness, I forget love, I forget everything beautiful and fearsome. I only remember YOU. And how little justice the words "I love you" do when trying to describe the way I feel. I wish that time would hiccup, and the only things left after the evaporation of the world were you and I. I.........

I Care So Much It Hurts 
and i wouldnt have it any other way, honest

"Drunk off of nothing but each other till the sunlight / I would give it all to not be sleeping alone"

B.

c.

B.

come back to me soon

<4

+ Ari, the Artchebishope of Artillery

Hello world

My name is Emerson Stone. Two days ago it was my birthday.

And what a birthday it was indeed.

My birth name was given to me in acclamation to the writer and poet Ralph Waldo Emerson, for I was born free from the grip of the authoritarian world; an outcast that now must roam underneath the evil eye towards the back alleys and the decrepit dirty roads. I am the outlier of the human equation,  which in turn allows me to observe, and record.

My last name Stone, was given to me by the folklore from the East. This is my rock, and upon it I will build my kingdom of dissertation and free verse. As I continue to flourish, my text shall spring forth and blossom in ways I can't now even hope to imagine. My words and I are single solid movement; a stone falling sweetly down a never-ending fissure, searching only to find what's on the other side.

My search for truth is vast, and my travels have not yet begun, but here is what may be known as my beginning. Welcome to my ever ascending isle.

And with that we know that we can never return..

Emerson.

November the first, year two thousand and ten.

The day and year of my birth.

.

O what watchers are we? That claim to do all but prosper. 

Make not a sound, for we few have awoken the sleeping giant.

Andrew Emerson Stone.

Edict (pt. 1)

The old clock had just turned one minute past the three thirty mark.

Patiently, the man sat in the corner of the room in the absolute worst chair he had ever sat in. Damn these shitty motels. This place sucks.

There was absolutely nothing to do at this hour at night. He had watched all the good television there had been to be watched, browsed all the weird Asian porn he had wished to browse, and drank all the liquor the mini bar could hold. Still, nothing.

The man sighed, a long sigh that said something along the lines of "I guess it's to be expected" or "Maybe I have underestimated myself." But there was really  no point in thinking such things at all. He knew what was too happen. He knew there was no way out.

There were just simply too many mistakes.

The man stands up slowly , taking his time, and reached for his coffee mug. Empty. Just like it was five minutes ago. The man tries to convince himself that if he prays in just the right way,that any loving God that might be out there will take pity on him and restore that shitty bitter-ass drink that he wanted more than anything in the goddamn world. fuck, man.

They were faint in the distance now, he could hear them. With the back of his mind preparing him for the possible disappointment of listening to them pass by, he holds his breath.


No. They are here for me. And they're getting closer. 


The man shivers with a tinge of excitement, mixed with a slight nervousness that sent his mind spinning. Will everything go as he planned it? Will it all be ok?

Yes. It will be perfect. It's always been perfect. Here they come.

The knock on the door was heavy, as if the hand knew what it was about to see.

"mr. martin" a gruff and stupid sounding voice calls out from the other side,
"this is the police.  will you open your door?" 

 The man smiles for the first time all night.




...



"it's unlocked"



Emerson.

kaleidoscope eyes

thoughts come rushing in- waves of light and frequencies beyond understanding...i
found my home in the warmth of the embrace; never before have my eyes beheld such
a sight...such a tremendous dream, and how blessed are we all...

...to be a part of the great mystery of life, and all of it's vessels. the love of kindred souls
drives me to profess to you a secret i have kept for so, so long...


all i have ever really wanted was to see the truth, the "light"...the beauty, and no matter how
bleak the times may have been, i have always tried to see what hope remains - though i hid
my heart in the depths of squalor, the boundless grace i received in the recent days is
overwhelming...everything has changed.



life, as we know it, is teetering on a new dawn. a "rebirth" of soulfulness, and passion...
the faces i've held so dear are blossoming into muses for my own admiration...i have
seen it with my own grey eyes...that precious boy, who will forever have the biggest
piece of my heart; i have seen the change in him most of all, but i can see the seed that
has been planted this autumn...for all of us to observe until we can finally yield the
fruits of our harvest.

i feel lucky to have been a part of the random happenstances over the years...the events
that lead up to this very day...a day i am able to sit and write to you, and tell everyone
exactly where i've been.


really, i can say i fell in love. and i'm not at all ashamed to confess this, i can rest my weary
head in her hands, and feel safe again. through this spectacular course of travels, and
the obstacles we have ALL faced (so bravely, might i add), it is apparent that the human
spirit can withstand so much. call upon me in times of trouble, Grotto, i will always remain here.
the biggest fear is fear itself, a wise man once said...

do not fear the change that awaits...it lingers on the edge of the season, and to fall victim
to inflexibility is unacceptable. stand tall in the face of the roots that ruin, hold fast, 
and run with the opportunities. a new era unfolds...the PASSIONATE, the INTELLECTUALS,
the LEADERS, the WRITERS, the MUSICIANS...the ARTISTS...


...and i will sit atop the highest of mountaintops and watch the world through my kaleidoscope.





KING AMY

Rebirth

Stop me if you've heard this one----

I have written over one hundred beginnings, and one hundred more ends.

here. right here on this very page.

and I'm giving up, because it hasn't been worth the frustration.

And I hate to disappoint.

pointlessness. ooooooo how i loathe thee. 

for you have single handedly 

withered me down 

until i might seem to the nearest passerby

like an ashen wind beneath the world

who makes a silent sound

C'est le Grub.

- -ka - - -- -سرچشمه‌-- - - - - - - - ------------------------------- ----- _______________________(8) ونكش

I am a seeker. I am the rye. I am the thorn in your grandfathers eye. the salt of the earth you've been dying to try.

---

and the world will fall down to it's mother's left side

that's the worst sort of thing that you've ever  implied,

that over the river, a shiver, where the air that was once alive, has withered and begun to shrivel and dry,

---

and this is where the madness does lie. 

pt. ii

the madness, known only as Grub, takes it's roost beyond the tar stained bay.

it lays there to feed on the elements of the free world, attaching it's parasitic roots far below the depths of the deepest water cavern. the madness called Grub does not thirst like others thirst. rather, the grub set its sights on a much more potent nectar. Yes, Grub shall reach it's twisted arms deep into the center of all that is alive, and will slowly begin to feed on the Origin of life itself. our Origin. our mother. the source of all that has ever been and ever shall be.

and with that, Origin begins to die.

pt. iii

pained by the unwelcome invasion of the madness called Grub, Origin releases upon its offspring a silent scream. the scream trembles inside all that it touches, crying out to all it's children for salvation from the grip of Grub. the scream travels throughout all of Origins vast creation, searching for the ones that know how to hear it.

but alas, pure silence can only be heard by a small few.

these few - gifted through the enlightenment of Origin, go to war with Grub in the only ways known to them: new Creation. the few rise up against the madness, expanding their new Creation within Origin, replenishing it's ethereal ambrosia.

filled with new Creation, Origin begins to flourish once more, retaining the balance of all that is, has been, and what might be.

unfazed by new Creation, Grub continues to feed, and Origin continues to helplessly drain, requiring the few  to continue their spread of new Creation, ensuring that the sources of all shall never fully drain.

Thus begins Time.

Thus begins Creation.

Thus begins madness.

and  life is born anew.

Emerson

Lonely journey

Thump-thump

A lonely journey
meets a lonely journey.
Heart-on-sleeve
Meets heart-in-hand.

Thump. Thump. Thump.
Palms sweating
Minds racing
Take Form.
Hearts racing
Backs glistening.

Perform.

Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump.

Bodies twitch
Hearts skip
Arms outreach
and then close.

Two Bodies 
form into, become,
One.

A lonely journey has it's joiner.

sunshine89

Mother Nature is Calling--Pick Up

House me in the rainbow.
I'll room in yellow
and bathe in orange.
You could be my neighbor.
It'll be a blast!
The sun, as well as clouds #s 18, 27, & 438-10,000 are open for rent.
Payment is merely expression: proof of living
                                 smiles
                                 frown lines
                                 laughter
                                 & tears
No one is turned down,
even the unemployed illegal.
Sorry--the moon holds all that I once loved.
A home for memories.
Storage?
...isn't fair, I suppose.
I'll take the next shooting star for a moving van.

Pack your bags.
It's on.

sunshine89

D.B.M.

Love me
Leave me
Don't Believe Me

Sieze me
Freeze me
Don't Believe Me

Tease me
Beat me
Don't Believe Me

I'm a bit battered
My mind is tattered
My heart is shattered
But, it doesn't matter.
Just, Don't Believe Me

...I know I don't.

See me
Do Not Believe Me
Then, perhaps, you could free me?

sunshine89

Impossibly Imperfect

I want it to be perfect.
Scratch that.
I want it to flow and be beautiful.
But, it's not and I cannot help it.

I want to know who I am
But I don't
I don't even have a clue.
I get so mad that my rage causes me nothing but embarrassment
                                        fixes noting.

Lost-Lonely-Anger-Rage-Whiplash-Weep-Apologize.

It's a cycle.
So, words loose meaning.
Why the hell are you still here? and You? and You?
Merely thinking of your kindness depresses me.

Why can't I hold it together?!

If I didn't tell you, you'd never know.
My smiles hides it well.

I want it to be perfect...
But, it's not and I can't help it.
I want to become
I want to be
    happy
    complete
    beautiful
Yet
    real

sunshine89

A Brief Moment of Clarity

i watched your eyes grow heavy and tired, as you slipped into a deep sleep...
you look so beautiful. you look so, so...good. and when you sleep, i am wide
awake. i am the rock. you are my island. i am the ocean, but you are all my rain.
the conclusion i have come to is this :

freedom is the only answer.

that's what i crave, it's what i need most - more than any amount of
money - more than drugs. more than most.      

do you believe in me? does anyone? ....maybe.
or perhaps...i have completely overestimated myself.
i would shutter to think it the truth.

but today, on this beautiful Saturday morning, i am waiting. i am waiting
for the world to wake, wishing it was time for the night to come, already.
because when the sun sinks below the horizon, my next journey will begin.
(i hope.) if all is as it should be, life will take new shape - again. i pray that
i find the answer to the questions i seek...


maybe...i shouldn't be seeking out any sort of answer.
                                   
        maybe...i should just let it all go. they will seek me out, as long as i am patient.



KING

hey look.

I was thinking tonight and wanted to put some things in perspective.

we are some of the most interesting beings on the planet because we never truly get the whole picture.

think about it. since the beginning of time, we've evolved as a species into the creatures we've become today. nobody thinks that we are going to continue evolving. everyone just thinks that we're going to stay put as the perfect beings that we are.

except that makes no sense. why would we stop evolving at the point we are now? look at all the survival issues people have throughout the world. it is absolutely survival of the fittest. people have health problems all over the world. does anyone really thing that we are the absolute peak of evolutionary perfection? that sounds pretty pretentious seeing as we've only been on this planet for the smallest fraction of it's massive time-line. humans have done some cool things, but things are going to change. we don't have the capacity to live forever. we aren't even the oldest species on the world today. what makes us better? because we're the smartest?

yeah, so far.

but we weren't always. man developed from ape, which developed from another lesser creature. we weren't always the most intelligent life form on the planet.

what makes us think we will be from now on?

we also never think about how drastically the land ownership between countries will shift throughout the years. Humans are territorial like none other. and they will wipe out millions of their own species to gain territory. even on the local level, people are trading living spaces all the time. we create bonds and clubs and groups of friends that hang around each other  and talk shit about other groups of people.

we all do it.

everything around us shall constantly change. religions and belief systems will die out ad grow again. one day, the mega-religion of Christianity may tumble alongside the Egyptian and Norse gods. no one will ever have the same belief system, and therefore belief systems will never stop developing. alliances that are formed now shall dissolve. new treaties will form. new countries will be created. new developments in the human body will form.

we are not done evolving as a species. we will either become greater, or we will become extinct. the way things are going, i think it's likely that we will wipe ourselves out before anyone gets superpowers.

how many other animals in the universe kill each other for pleasure in the mass amounts that we do? how many living things are we willing to wipe out so we can live comfortably on the top of the food chain?

new presidents will lead, but in all honesty, this land we are living on, will be here after America becomes something else.

it is absurd to think that one of the puniest superpowers in human history is going to be the last one to have all the power.

things have been changing forever. why the hell would they stop now?

please add to this thought. i would polish it but it's 2. I'm tired. and i need opened minds.

Babes

It is a waste of time to protest the minority.







Witta

Weekly Artillery

1. echs
2. oh
3. echs
4. oh
5. echs
6. oh
7. echs
8. oh
9. echs
10. oh
11. echs
12. oh
13. i've found that it's easier to feel emotions than it is to put them down on paper or keyboard, and it's nearly impossible to verbalize a feeling without sounding contrived, clingy, cliche, or insincere. 

• swimming around at the base of my skull where the vertebrae meet the hollow of my back, an army of feelings float up from within at searing hot temperatures, boiling and bubbling over in a frothy hot stew, flooding my eyelids, my mouth, my nose, my ears, yet still this deluge has prompted me to speak. 

yet i cannot find the words

and thus shall i remain

within myself

scratching sonnets into dank cave walls

enduring each lonely drip of water echoing within my head

as if it were the last sound i should ever hear

Honey

you taste so sweet to me

but even the coffee is bitter sometimes

i don't know how i found this path,

nor can i see where it ends

i cannot foresee how far it should take me

but all i know is that here: 

i

am

happy

because when he smiles, i smile too.

may ART bless the passionate, 

for without heart the blood of any motive shall never flow freely;

it shall congeal and ferment like cold aspirations

stifled by a lack of mutual respect

between people, each other, the world, and all things both significant and non.  

in ART

forever, yesterday and now,

+ The Artchbishope

Count the candles

I'll have one, please:

A man
who can stand
on his own.
A man
to hold my hand.
A man
who shan't
abandon
me.

Give me:

A family.
Mouths to feed.
I won't be greedy.
You will see.

The love I have
Has a home.

Too bad:
I am merely a child.
My spirit has yet a first birthday
Child bearing child is a no go.
So Sad:
Housing love is hard when the moving truck comes.

Sunshine89

That heavy, weightless feeling

'Tis Dark.

Who turned out the light?

I hate this heavy-hearted, light-headed feeling.
It is love broken.

Pillow.

Over.

Face.

Open mouth to breathe

that fabric right on in.

Knee to the throat.

Brake the trachea.

Fist to the torso. 

Fracture three neighboring ribs.

Punctured lung.

...Deflate.

Please, remove the bag from my head.

I'd rather have a tag on my toe.

Fight-to-Win.

Claw the dirt.

Struggle.

Kick.

Wiggle.

Retreat.

Gasp.

Just let a little in.

I’ll make it last.

I promise.

My lungs do not work well

Now that I cannot breathe you in.

sunshine89

that special new beginning

the bright light of a new beginning
the pink and orange hue of a rising sun
the wet grass from the morning dew
you make me appreciate whats beautiful in life
im finally jarred from my brainwashed existence
lucky is not the word but blessed
my personality is no longer faked for the sake of others
with you by my side i am myself
continuously happy and forever grateful

ollie

word problems.

Johnny lives in a crappy apartment at point A. He wants to go to this party at
his friend Scottie's house (point B) that he heard this other girl Jill was going
to that he really liked, but isn't sure if she likes him back. Johnny gets the idea that
he brings some alcohol to the party, then not only will he score points with his girl,
but they will both get super sloshed. Well, the liquor store (point C) is only about 5
blocks out from Johnny's house so he drives out to get a whole bunch of bourbon (which he
heard from his friend Nick is totally Jill's favorite) and proceeds to drive the 15 blocks it
takes to get out to Scottie's place. Now when Johnny gets to the house and reveals that he
picked up booze everyone gets super excited, especially Jill. The two spend three hours getting
trashed and telling each other about how they dislike the Chinese. Finally, Jill suggests they go
back to Johnny's place. This suggestion sounds perfect to Johnny, who hasn't had nearly as much as
Jill and is totally good to drive (totally...) . Johnny suggests that they go back the way he came,
but Jill claims to know a short cut through the suburbs that her family lives in. The road, she claims
is a direct beeline to Johnny's apartment complex, and it's a bit shorter.

You decide. Would it make more sense to go Johnny's way? or Jill's?


Witta

late-night letters

im standing here until you make me move.
i can't help it. i'm sorry.
no, fuck. i'm not.
stop playing these fucking games
KISS ME, OR DON'T
stop and look at me for a moment...
dont walk out the door, babe.
i really dont want you to leave. i just...
i just want a fucking kiss.




why?... 
                                                                              
                                                                     um, why what?



i hate this... i have to sit all alone tonight, and think of you. 
listen to my own steady heartbeat against the static of  a stereo in a
dimly lit room...i miss the tone of your voice and the way that 
you look when the light that reaches your eyes meets the smile
that finds its way to your lips                              its all i can think, breathe, speak
....i'll admit i'm tangled up in a web of your blankets and sheets, but i'm okay with it.
ive never found one as rare and golden, dear, i swear that,
 with three words,
the world wouldn't matter.


**********And then, suddenly, i would grab the keys and go. No shoes, but a pack of filters secured
tightly in my ass pocket. Driving, probably quite stoned...no need for seatbelts, as always.
Start the fucking car, already...
I wonder, does she think i'm cliche? Probably. **************

speeding car, down yet another solemn interstate, and, out of
all the things i'm thinking about the good ole days...

....Love those shadows underneath your eyes
                                    
        hey...   i love that little boy that lives inside your smile.
she sings, i laugh a little. good night.

-Queen-
KING AMY

Hide me,
Find me.
Love me,
Hate me.
Chase me
to date me.
Outlast me
Outcast  me
Harass
but Don't ask me.
Move on,
You can't be odd long.
Shut up
Step up
Man up
Get the fuck
out.

sunshine89

the thought process of a mime.

breathe in carefully. be sure not to move. stay tense. stay firm. stay solid. stay together.

now step up. chin up. stay graceful. stay silent. now move. slowly now...

and freeze. steady....

get up. stand up. brush yourself off. look around.be sure to smile!

nobody is paying attention.

sigh. lay down. start over again.

and again.

and again.

and again.



otto.

Let's go Fly a Kite

The darkness
that is your soul
consumes
my innocence.
The mirror holds a stranger captive.
I break the glass to set her free.
So that she may hear the song of an angel,
May take in the rainbow,
And inhale what is love.
Alas,
Bad luck has taken my fate.
Please keep your creativity-stifling,
teeth-grinding,
fist-clenching,
heart-wrenching,
version of love
to yourself.
I think I'll fly a kite, instead.

sunshine89

The Grotto

Welcome to our Grotto.
Here, we weave a web of tales.
A web sewn together stitch by stitch with particles left behind in the remnants of our distant thoughts.
This web we sew grows larger each day, and when the sun rises the early morning dew finds a way to surround our web with the most beautiful shimmering lights, that flicker with dastardly movement.

The dew then falls from the web down to the earth, where is settles into the soft grains of the soils that surround it.

drip.

drip.

drip.

the sound echos throughout the grotto. The dew the begins to spatter the walls and the earth so marvelously and with such chaos that it begins to wake the birds that roost in the oak trees by the lake. The birds hear the grotto's call, and instantly flock to it's mouth.


One

by
 
One

they feed the cave. Each placing a grain to the side of the grotto.


...

this is the moment where the magic begins. 

Suddenly, the grotto comes alive, and swallows each and every grain placed before it. 

The grains then fall

...Down, into the Grotto. 

where they place root beneath the soil surrounding them. The grains are then made fertile by the dew that has been formed on the web of tales we weave, and slowly grow to take the form of many

sweet, 

savory,   

onions. 

  
We then eat this onions together. tasting it's juices carefully as to not miss any of it's rich essence.
This is the product of our labor. We have worked to produce a beautiful, living thing, and it will hopefully one day bring joy to others. However, a garden needs gardeners my friends. Let us continue to weave our ever expanding web until each of us has exhausted their source. 

Which, in my opinion, is impossible.



Simba. 

1. So When I was 18

1.

So when I was 18 

I didn't really care too much for how my lifestyle

affected others. I was more preoccupied in the 

moment in front of me,

than any moments that 

might lay behind me 

or even before me.

 
   That being said I was 18, beautiful, 

and ready to face anything

that came across my path.
Take "Melody" for example. <-- intent motherfucker
At 18, who wouldn't want
A blonde haired blue eyed vixen
with 36 DD's and a
tight ass to boot knockin
at your doorstep??

2.

     So I answered.
Now it turns out that
my prayer in the dark
Godsend of a woman also
happened to be a
cheerleader @ the university I was attending...
and happened to like
the "candy" I was
pushin... being cocaine.

    So when push came
to nose and lines
were drawn, me and
Melody were having a
great time in MY
dorm room. An eight
ball between us
myself and "Melody"
decided to take a
shower...

 3.

    Now here is where
I pause in my "diabotchtranical" <----- What the hell did I invent??
rant of fantasies to tell
you how exactly a
suite room @ Reese
Hall works: Each "suite"
consists of two separate
bedrooms with two seperate
beds (for men total). The four
Gentlemen would both share a "toilet" and a"glass-enclosed" shower,
which were both located inside the foyer of    <--------------------(Not quite sure spelled correctly)
our "suite".

4.

    The particular movement
I shall being into the
light, occured in the
cool of an autumn morning.
The sun was just coming
up and "Melody" was
humming "Rocky Top"
with my throbbing
cock stuffed into her
fiendish mouth. When
we decided to take a
shower. I had no idea
what events would
infer.

SEE PAGE 831

5.

as I watched the
last line of coke
go up her nose I knew what was about
to happen... Nothin like a
cheerleader doin a line
off your dick to make
you burst with school
pride.

    Once our fire hit
the shower there was
no stopping our passion.
hard pants and loud
screams were only a
beginning. the words
"Oh my God [Here is where I'd add a name],
sex is soooooooo much better
on coke!!!!"

SEE PAGE 831

6.

...As I hear our main door open...

      I think nothing of
it at first. I finish my
dastardly feed and I <-------------Here is where I ran out of lead from pressing to hard!!

wander aimlessly naked

behind my 'lover" (if you

can call her that) into my

bedroom. (WOOOW!!! SOOOOO FUCKED UP :O)

      My "suitemate" barged

through my door with SUCH force....

It would have made a fault line tremble!!

    

      "Hey." I say non-chalantly. <-------spelling?

"Enter name of choice , did you

ever stop to think that today

is "Parents Day" on campus

and that, maybe, mine

and "EVAN'S" Parents

might be coming down 

from CINCINATTI, OHIO

TO SEE US THIS 

VERY DAY?!?!?!" , "Mike" said.

SEE PAGE 831

7.

...First of all the

thought never occured to

me. I mean why would

it?? Im with a girl

way out of my league

but not out of my means.

why would I waste time

worrying about parents??

SEE PAGE

8.31

But the truth is it

was "parents weekend"

@ UT and I 

did fuck up royally... maybe a lil'

more than royally.......

Like the parents my

suitemate "Mike" was

speaking of were REAL

and REALLY THERE

In           OUR SUITE!!!

9.

 

You might think at

this point that the

reality of what had 

occured would sink

into my my brain so

swiftly that soberity <------- Swear to Christ I need a dictionary!!!!

then becomes my voice

of reason, but no.

    My action, however,

swift it may have

been, was not the voice

of "soberaty"<---------------------[see above B.S.]

It was 

the voice of an ignorant, arrogant

asshole who stood in the shadows of where a

human, and concious 

thinking man once stood.

and so the story progresses...

SEE PAGE 831

10.

...progresses into my 

"Suitemates" bedroom 

where I have since 

put on my clothes, but 

am still dripping wet from

the head down as a result of

the shower (still worth it =D)

   But a real man never shows shame. I walked up to both parents... introduced myself...and said..."so college right??"

                                                                 LOL

Coyote Scraps Aren't Just for the Birds
 

Smile.

Smile at Me

With eyes that forever smile back

That make my stomach knot

                 my skin crawl

                 my aura blush

Who are you?!

for my soul is deeply touched

Move me

To a place of existence of which

I'm aware

Take me

Where you know I can grow

Leave me

In the clouds to play
So I can say 
Yes, this is
reality

sunshine89

The Outcome;

she said herself, one day we will come to re-know one another -

"...Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

* * * * * * * *

...so then, we began to crumble, you see. we began 

to realize that it was beyond any single human's control, 

and collectively, we decided to let go. to try and press 

onward, though there is so much trouble with that.

ever since, well...a long time ago, i called her my lake. 

and whenever i see that lake, my eyes begin to swell 

up with tears. i cannot bare to gaze into it for too long, 

no. i can only hope that the lake will spare me, and i 

can only hope not to drown in her sorrows. i cannot 

let those overtake me, too.

  

****** 

I have seen what lies beneath her surface - I have carried the dead on my back

for far too long now...and I have grown so weary of this thing that torments me.

Life, simply, is a GAME

An endless game of chess. 

Everyone has their strategy.I have been watching every move you 

make - and finally, you have left your King without defense. 

Every piece plays a very important role, but you took them all for granted. 

Especially your Queen.