Mitch

[size=1]like omg i like so hear you man i dont think its too wrong i mean thats just the way people are sometimes its like when when someone else gets in trouble you just feel like laughing at them because they cant do it right and you just feel like its so funny and you just start laughing it happens to me all of the time especially with people that cannot even post anything thats worth reading at all and only put little thoughts into their posts talking about basically nothing and spamming up otacoberds. Seriously. All of you need to seriously improve your posting qualities. And read the rules. How is there supposed to be a topic of discussion when you can't even make it start?[/size]

[size=1] I really like the Alucard banner...that's really nice. The red and the black are paired well...and the black is used well as a shadow. As for the MS paint one...it's okay lol. Better than I could ever do I'm sure. Yeah...I can't wait to see more banners from you.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by wrist cutter [/i] [b]Every Breath You Take[/b] by The Police - I think The Police were the reason I'm so into music now. They were "my first band". [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] You get some brownie points from me there..all the rest you posted I have not heard of, though. Perhaps I'll check the rest out if I ever get the chance heh. This is [i]really[/i] hard...I cannot even begin to try and do this. But I'll try, I guess. [i]Led Zeppelin-Stairway to Heaven[/i] I don't exactly like this song over a lot of their other songs sometimes...but it's one of their most-known songs, and it's certainly the song that they'll be remembered long for. Personally, I like and love the live version from [i]How the West Was Won[/i] a lot better than the album version one. [i]Radiohead-Karma Police[/i] This song gets old after a while, I guess. I was going to go with "A Wolf at the Door," which is from their newest album, [i]Hail to the Thief[/i], but I feel that they certainly have better than that. But "A Wolf at the Door" is certainly a song worth checking out...it's probably the best song on [i]Hail to the Thief[/i]. Why did I choose this song? I'm not exactly sure. It's not my favorite song of theirs sometimes...I guess it really just varies on my mood. But it's so numbing and catching...it's a like a loud sigh. Just the way Thom Yorke sings is amazing to me...the way he can just sort of mumble off into something beyond words. [i]Alice In Chains-Frogs[/i] Also depends on my mood for this song as well..but I like it when I'm in the mood. It's like riding a roller coaster listening to this song. It starts off sort of seething and quiet...then explodes with the catchy line of: Why's it have to be this way Be this way Be this way Be this way Be this way Be this way They just go through this song really well...and it has this sort of capturing and just over your head feel. I like that. I can't choose anymore...this is way too hard. What I have now is enough.[/size]

[size=1] Heh. Yeah, I really like this show. It's nearly the only show I actually have the attention span to watch...along with The Simpsons and Futurama and Seinfield, and maybe a few select other shows. Stewie is definitely my favorite character on the show...he has sometimes "smart" humor, and it's just great the way they use him as a character. Damn Fox for cancelling this show. And damn them from cancelling Futurama as well. Curses a thousandths of a time.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by KnightOfTheRose [/i] [B]Not just their hands, Mitch. Objects that people have touched aswell. I have two words for all of you. [b]The Stand[/b] [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] Yeah, I meant that as well. O.o Yeah...[i]The Stand[/i] is good as well. Heh. The only thing that bothered me is that it was [i]really[/i] slow at the beginning for my tastes...but it's that way with most books like this. It's 1000-something pages. Sure took me a long time to read that whole thing.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by KnightOfTheRose [/i] [B]You should stop breathing. I mean air only keeps you alive and therefore adding stupidity to Ob, so why do you do it? [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] And checkmate. lol.[/size] [quote]Jesus Christ himself came to me and said I must stay at OB.[/quote] [size=1]Seriously Harry. This is perhaps the most [i]stupid[/i] thing I've ever seen...actually, no. I've seen worse from you. You say things simply for effect. And affect. It's obvious to see that Jesus Christ did not come to you, proclaiming, "Harry, I want your *** to stay at OB. I just love your jokes. Hahhahaha." No. It did not happen that way.. And not to mention I'm sure some people find it offensive that you're using Christ as a "weapon." Bah. Seriously, did you ever have any sacrilige from drinking and consuming the covenant? Get a life, kid.[/size]

[size=1] Hm.. [i]The Clan of the Cave Bear[/i] by Jean M. Auel is a very good book...it's been a while since I've read it, but it was great. It's part of like a 4-part series or something I think. I have the next book in the series and I have yet to read it. Basically it's about this girl that gets lost somehow and ends up in this clan where there's certain rules and stuff... It's a little hazy in my mind...but from what I remember, the beginning was relatively slow, then the things sped up like crazy and had my clinged on reading it. Definitely a good book from what I remember. [i]The Dead Zone[/i] by Stephen King I recently read. It's been made into a mini series from what I remember...on USA or whatever. The book was really good. It's like 600 pages long, and I read it in almost a day and a half. It was that good. Even at the beginning it wasn't too slow. Basically, it tells of a man named John Smith who was injured in a hockey accident as a boy...and from it he gained the abilities to sort of predict things as they happened. Then the book goes to when he's twenty, or around there, and tells how he meets this girl named Sarah. They meet because they are fellow teachers. It tells of how he went to the fair with Sarah, and then when they were about to leave Johnny decided to stay and spin one of those wheel-things, ones that are like roulette. Where you put a bet on some certain number, or odd numbers, or even numbers. He spins the wheel many times, and with his little sense he is able to get a pretty sizable amount of money. Hm..I don't want to ruin too much, so here I'll spoiler the text. [spoiler] While John's spinning the wheel, Sarah's feeling sick from eating a bad hot dog or something. So as John gets more and more money, he finally decides to leave for her. So they leave in his car. John drops her off at her house. Sarah had been intent upon having him stay the night that night and them having sex. But she was too sick then to do it, so reluctantly she told Johnny to leave. Hm. I remember that Johnny must've been driving Sarah's car, so he took a taxi. In the taxi the driver mumbled on and on about his son and other things. Johnny had said that good luck brings bad luck, and he had been right. As the taxi driver mumbled on..eventually they got in a crash. I can't exactly remember how, but I think it was some street racers from what I seem to remember. Then he goes into a coma, and I think four-and-a-half years pass. Sarah gets married.[/spoiler] I don't really want to recount the entire book lol. But from then on, Johnny's powers get even stronger. He's able to see things by touching people's hands because of a dead zone in his brain, which causes his brain to use parts of itself it usually doesn't. And that's enough on that book...but yeah. Great book. Definitely one of King's finest.[/size]

[size=1]Well, looks great, Tony. I am taking Computer Programming next year...maybe that will help me get more into this stuff. Don't know. O.o. Yeah. Seriously, you could make a career out of this..which I guess is what you're probably going to do anyways. You're just really great with computer art stuff..so of course I love these. They have an entirely comic book feel to them, which is great.[/size]

[size=1] Wrist Cutter isn't saying a thing wrong. He's simply showing that there are lots of things out there that are good with bad consequences. Doing drugs. Having sex. Eating a lot of things... All of those things are good in some ways, but also in the long-term have a chance at doing bad things as well. If you can't do that when you do anything, then it's nearly impossible to come to a decision about a lot of things. Because first you have to put everything in front of you and see what are the things that could happen. I used to weigh about 200 pounds. I will say I was really happy when I weighed that much. What made me happy? Eating food. It took away all of the stress I ever had mostly...I was never depressed. Then I decided that I needed to lose weight. So I did. Now I weigh about 140 pounds..and I'm guessing most of that is muscle, because I exercise quite often now. Now, as a result of losing my weight, I get depressed a lot more often. The excersise I do and the writing I do help with that...but that's what Wrist Cutter is saying. There's often a bad consequence that happens to something that is good. And people often overlook that just to be the way they want to be, no matter how hard it is on them. That was, I think, what Wrist Cutter is trying to say, at least in part.[/size]

[size=1] That's really good. Except what Sara said. I don't think bones can bend that way. O.o. Heh. Otherwise I like it...even the colored pen-thing you used.[/size]

[size=1] Nope. Never done anything bad in a store really. I'm too mature for that stuff.. As for when I was younger...I don't really remember much about when I was younger really. I doubt I did anything like that. But I do remember begging for some toy and being a brat about it multiple times..but that's not causing [b]EXTREME CHAOS IN STORES[/b]. Eh. I agree with Tony. If I would see two annoying kids wheeling around on skateboards, throwing balls at each other, I would love to see them taken away by some macho security man. And then bad things develop from there.[/size]

[size=1] She doesn't love you if she won't wait. Marriage is taking things to an entirely new level...from what I've seen. I'm not exactly in love with the idea of it either. So basically..what I said up above. If she won't wait and understand where you're coming from, she doesn't love you.[/size]

[size=1] More poems for Ginny's Birthday... [b][u]steel tower[/b][/u] was the growing weed on all the dandelions i've left to knead like bread tasting without yeast use my hands and my head i use my hands and my head yeah it's the growing weed on all those dandelions i've left to you yeah i use my hands and my head i'm a freak i'm a creep i'm a freak i'm growing on you i'm growing on you but you're so sweet you're so sour you're so cold steel tower you're a steel tower and yeah there's a weed on there right on your head as you pivot down wrecking balls were never so loud bricks and wood and stone and everything in here i own and you're so cold you're so sour you're such a steel tower bricks and wood and stone but alloys are for cowards you're such a steel tower bricks and wood and stone the weed's grown he's growing the weed's grown yeah it's the growing weed in this creep yeah it's the growing weed in this soil we breathe in this building where you sleep and live it's the growing weed yeah i use my hands and my head i'm a freak i'm a creep i'm a freak i'm growing on you i'm growing on you but you're so sweet you're so sour you're so cold you're a steel tower such a steel tower bricks and wood and stone the weed's grown bricks and wood and stone and i thought it was you i know and i thought i had found something that wasn't going to keep me alone and i thought it was you i could help and i thought i had found something that wasn't going to keep me alone i thought i had found something that wasn't so cold that wasn't going to keep me alone and i thought wrong and i thought right and i thought wrong and i thought right so here we are me alone so here we are the weed's grown so here we are you're such a steel tower you're such a skyscraping wall here we are bricks and wood and stone here we are i'm a creep here we are you're so sweet and here we are i'm a freak i'm a creep i'm a freak i'm growing on you yeah i'm growing on you and i thought i had found something that wasn't going to keep me alone but here we are skyscraping our hands and here we are skyscraping our hands hitting against some mad bugger's wall [b][u]another year[/b][/u] he cried about the intuitions saying to them that he wanted their submissions another year has passed and about the intuitions and to bloom to your fruitions say to them that you want your submissions say to them that life has no mission may god give you retribution and may he be what you wanted him to be and when at last your work is done you'll know if you've suffered for an invisible sun and if you're the only one and he cried about the intuitions told you of your mission saying to you he wanted your submissions i'll see you near the gates but soon i'll be gone gone to where blackness has its own perpetual gong where feelings don't matter and time flows on or maybe my assurances are insane maybe there's yet to be a change maybe i have yet to feel his name hallowed be his name and kingdom doesn't have a home but prayer has its own hallowed be his name and the bread of his son's skin may be inside of me again and the blood of his son's veins may be in me one day for a change but until then i'll see you near the gates where soon i'll be gone gone to where blackness has its own perpetual gong where feelings don't matter and time flows on i hope to meet you even there i hope to finally know you even there he cries about his intuitions he tells you of your mission hallowed be his name and kingdom doesn't have a home but prayer has its own i have yet to know i'll see you near the gates or maybe i'll just be gone and never feel or taste i'll just be erased and are intentions cruel for assurances are for a fool but to you i've given what i have to i hope it helps you and may he give you retribution may he be what you wanted him to be and when at last your work is done you'll know if you've suffered for an invisible sun and if you're the only one until then there is love[/size]

[size=1] Bleh. It's so boring and lacklusterly boring. *notes the annoying adjective* The one in your sig I like though. It has this nice eye-catchingness to it, and the colors mesh well together.[/size]

[size=1] Hm. Well, I don't think the background looks bad at all. It goes good with those white lines...gives it this popping out feeling, yet doesn't take it too far. Yeah. I really like it..the blurring of his hand is also a pretty nice and small touch, even though I think it could be a little less blurred.[/size]

[size=1] Yeah. I don't see anything wrong with slipping a few syllables in there. Heh. And I can't always be too consistent with them anyways..I usually just clap them as I write it. lol. Ah well. I still love free verse eons better than this, but it's fun to work on it. itchin the scab on your heart and it's falling down on every little thing i knew it'll suck you down to the other side; the other side; the other side. they should drain. they should drain you down the other side; the other side; the other side. they should drain. toilets are made for us made for the other side; the other side. so use them right. toilets are made for us and sinks are where we kiss much sinks are where we kiss itchin the scab on your heart and it's falling down on every little thing i knew kiss me itchin your scab kiss me with every thing you knew your heart will be mine your heart will be mine it'll suck you down; to the other side; to the other side other side; the other side it'll suck you down like a drain your heart will be mine[/size]

[size=1] sacrifice yourself everything you know bleed your blood build your cages to the sky sacrifice yourself everything you feel everything there build your cages to the sky things are seldom what they seem; things often never leave even though you continue living to breathe things are seldome what they seem; things often always strike you when you continue living to breathe so sacrifice your life; everything you hated long ago; build your raping cages so sacrifice your love; everything you kissed long ago; build your dead cages build your cages to death build your cages to death and never let; and don't ever let build your cages to death build your cages to death and never let; and don't ever let[/size]

[size=1] You certainly show wonderful potential. It's kind of overloaded with description in some parts, which just causes me to stumble around the words to see how they sound. This made the entire thing kind of vaguely numbing for me. The thing I would work on (this is a personal opinion, now) is adding some rhytm and rhyme to your stanzas. Or at least make a few stanzas that rhyme and put them into good places in the poem. Why? Because that would make it easier for me to stay reading it, personally. That's the way I like my poetry. I like the words not just to be, but the entire poem to be alive with its own type of feelings. Ah. It's just a great thing when words mesh together and rhyme in such interesting ways and become more dynamic than they are. Yeah. O.o. The one-line stanzas were a nice touch, those I think I loved the most. They gave you some breathing room, and didn't douse you in too much description. Yeah. It's pretty good.[/size]

[size=1] Blastmon, I'm not going to ask you much more to [i]put some thoughts into your posting[/i]. Spam is not allowed here. One word posts aren't allowed here. At least two sentences isn't that hard to type up, is it? I hope not. As for the poem...it's okay. But there's just way too many poems that I've read that are like that--pure teenage angst-type stuff, written almost the exact same way. But don't feel discouraged. It just takes time to get better at anything, and this is included in that.[/size]

[size=1] Gah. Recently I've been remembering pieces of my dreams.. Let's start from the top. For some reason I was hanging out with Jack Osbourne, and he was doing something wrong, I think. And then I told him that when he walked in, he would see Sharon smiling at him for some certain reason,. Then he was all, "How did you get that? How do you know?" But then I was off. I jumped into some red sports car, and drove around in a parking lot place. Then I realized I wasn't in my car. I have a 1985 Plymouth Reliant. So I drove around, and suddenly I found it. So I got out of the red sports car and got into my car. As I was driving out past some gates, I saw Tony and Marilyn Manson. Marilyn had this really long steel wire thing wrapped around his leg, and it was stuck all across the road and onto a rock somewhere on the other side of the road. Tony was helping him get it off the rock, and he did it then. Then I drove past, and Marilyn had gotten stuck again. And Tony was putting it back off the rock again. And that's all I remember from that dream. O.o;' In another dream, I was walking down some sidewalk, and somehow came to find Deb walking on the street too. The rest of that part was hazy. We walked to a K-mart, only it was futuristic one; like it was in the future. I think she needed some pills there or something. I can't remember. When we went in, I fell off some ledge (the K-mart was multi-level, it was a future one) and held onto it with my hands. Then Deb helped me up. By the time I was up Deb already had a bag in her hand, and had gotten what she needed. So we left. Must've been another new futuristic advance-thing thanks to K-mart, or whatever. O.o That's all I remember there. Recently I dreamed that I was talking on the phone with Shy, he was going to kill himself. I told him things and that it wasn't worth it. I can't remember anything that I said, though. But yeah. Then he came over and put this black mask on. And on the ceiling he put a noose. Make-shift I guess. I don't think I was begging him not to kill himself anymore up to this point. He went on the noose, and the thing fell, to my surprise. Then we both started crying and we hugged each other. That's all I remember. Yeah..I think that's enough.[/size]

[size=1] Welcome to the wonderful world of life's love for you. It beings slowly as you grow up, and progesses into a much bigger little friend to shoulder on. Heh. Basically, just live with it. It doesn't seem like it's [i]that[/i] big of a deal. Seriously, this is a relatively small thing in comparision to a lot of other problems you could have. So be happy about that. I'd say just move out to your Dad's if it's getting so bad rather than complain about it. It doesn't appear that you're being shackled into chains and left to die. You can move out if you want.[/size]

[size=1] It shouldn't matter what other people think of you, unless you want them to think a certain way about you. So obviously that is so. If you ask me, I think this is a small matter to bring up. Your relationship with him hasn't even grown enough for someone to say certain things about one another. He's either saying it for effect, because you did something that hurt him, or because you are as he says. But yeah. It's really a small matter. My brother often thinks I'm mean, my parents often think I'm mean. You just get over it and go on.[/size]

[size=1] [b][u]wish you were here [/u](*inspired from the Pink Floyd song of the same name)[/b] So do you think you can tell the sky from the grass that's growing under my feet Do you think do you think you can tell Can you tell the difference between the way i shrug and the way it feels when you're here and i'm having my same old fears Do you think do you think you can tell Because we're just the same people year after year we're just living to be here Because we're just rag dolls with lightning in our hearts year after year And how I wish How I wish you were here How I wish there wasn't a sky How I wish there wasn't the sun And how I wish How I wish you were here How I wish you were here We're just rag dolls How I wish you were here I didn't think you could tell me the grass on under my feet from the way i feel when you're near me I didn't think you could tell me that i can't feel what you feel when we're walking around in the cool breeze And did you exchange anything worth this rag doll that we've given each other today And did you exchange anything worth this blue sky and what it's given you today We're just living year after year finding the same old fears Wish you were here How I wish Wish you were here We're just living year after year finding the same old fears How I wish How I wish you were here [b]Pink Floyd-Wish You Were Here[/b] So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, Blue skys from pain. Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heros for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year, Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. [/size]

[size=1][b][u]sweet dreams are roses[/b][/u] spasms of pain muscles of breathe sphincter crushed the glass a dove and a night flickers on like a lone sizzle of an electrical sign they never said the way back it's like a cold rush of snow and going back is cold so cold he walked away night cold, blood on his face the spasms of pain shrapnel of never ever change his face cold like a cold rush of snow and the glass a dove so many wings and feathers they never said the way back sweet dreams are roses by any other name love rewind and rechange a rose fell. rose fell to change by any other name just as much pain to go back is vain. vain. like a glass dove, broken in chains given another dance to rain the tears always the same he walks and crawls slurred and falls water hits his eyes then he can see the clock and him taking her hand her so pretty her so nice black hair, black eyes. like ice. a glass dove ready for christ into the car he turns on the lights sees it hit her face red rose of life the black hair and the tangled head he breathes, the cold rush to his head (dead)and the thoughts come (blood) (glass, cold)but leave (broken dove) flashes hit his mind (turn around) whispers cold chimes (turn around) then he hits the ignition sputters the life sputters (pain) and goes (shattered) (stop before it's too late) she turns to him as they drive off "I love you," her lips say and make (stop before it's too late) but the whisper takes it away and it fades fades (stop it's almost too late) they stare off and it all goes erased. (too late). it all goes white. and then black. then white. the night flickers on. electrical. like a lone hotel sign then it all happens (you're too late) (she dies) the car falls in the ocean off the bridge and in a splash (she dies like glass) and the voices are all on his head (she dies) he can't (she doesn't even scream) (doesn't even scream) even (doesn't scream) even see the voices (she dies like glass) are blinding the spasms of pain muscles of breathe a crush his scream the reality a glass dove with broken wings sweet dreams are roses glass doves with broken wings and he sees her in his dreams he sees her in his dreams dreams [b][u]sky is falling[/b][/u] the sky is falling fallin down to me the sky is falling fallin down to me we better get off this rock better fly off and into the sky we better get off this rock better fly off and into the sky the sky is falling fallin down on me the sky is falling fallin down on me we better fly to space we better get off this place we better fly off into the outer space we better get off this place the sky is falling when i shut my eyes the sky is falling when i shut my eyes please hold me close please hold me hard please hug me tight please don't leave without a fight please don't leave without one last time one last night please hold me the sky is falling fallin on space and time fallin down on me it's so close i can't breathe please hold me hold me please hold me i can't breathe please hold me i can't breathe please hold me i can't stand this please hold me i can't live here the sky is fallin please hold me please we better get off this place the sky is falling it's so close to my face we better get off this place fly our hopeless shuttle into space please hold me tight let's colonize the space please hug me tight let's land on our cratered place the never stopping staring face the moon where that little man is being erased the never stopping staring face the moon where that little man is being erased [/size]

[size=1] I only wish to vote for one person. thimoc (uncapitalized for you, Sara ^_^~) Heh. Joking. 1. Deb. 2. Shy. 3. trenton nior 4. Charles. 5. Jenna 6. James. I hate these kind of selective things. Eh. There's a lot more people I'd love to hang out with from here than this. Stupid popularity-only-can-vote-for-certain-people-thing. Heh.[/size]