Mitch

[size=1] I'm not going to the convention...don't have money, and stuff. Heh. Too bad..[/size]

[center][img]http://www.azcentral.com/ent/gifs/0829entcds.jpg[/img] The front of the CD. [/center] [size=1] I was just wondering what anyone thinks of this album, [i]A Rush of Blood to the Head[/i]. It's quite amazing. I haven't heard Coldplay's first album, [i]Parachutes[/i], that much. But I'm going to say this one probably, no, has to be better. This CD's amazing. Seriously. I would labor out some band history, or something, but I'm too lazy. If you would like to know what they sound like, they sort of remind me of Beck's songs from his [i]Sea Change[/i] album. They're somewhat depressing, mellow, and soothing. Coldplay has also been compared to Radiohead, if that offers anymore insight at what they might sound like. But yeah..this CD is amazing.[/size]

[size=1] But I don't inspire you, Ginny? Heh. Yeah. My first impression was that Des was wildly humping your leg; and that's not say that he wouldn't do that, either. ^_^ (Damn Skones, that pervert) Heh. Anyways, it's quite funny. I too will have to start every AIM conversation with you by saying, "Cling cling cling." But I'll skip the humping leg part, because that's for Skones to trajectorize. Heh. [spoiler]I miss talking to you[/spoiler]. Next one you need to add me as well. :blush:[/size]

[size=1] Heh, not to burst your bubble or anything, but I've also become a semi-finalist in the exact same contest; so has Charles. But it's good that you've won. Just the fact of being published is more worth it than any prize for me, so I could really care less if I win first, or second, or anything. What matters is the publishing. Knowing that I'm going to be read by some people, and it actually might mean something to them. As for the publishing costing money. No. I have gotten the letter, and it only costs money if you want to buy the hardcover book yourself..at least that's what has happened to me. It costs extra to get the book specially placed with a little blurb made by you about the poem heh. Ah, and here's the poem I submitted. You'll notice it is more than 20 lines. I shortened it for the actual entry to 20, but I'd like to just post the whole thing like it should be. [b][u]The Chimera's Kiss[/b][/u] Morbid wails The Chimera stalks Mending the wall the vine mirrors on the leaflet Refractored the trepidated hoof halts Dilapidated white the bark and inhumed nutrient The loneliest word you'll hear Cries of if only the cadaver's touch Malignancy The Chimera stalks the fear The necromancer fains known here The emaciated espalier tremble with his touch The breath of The Chimera so numbly cold The loneliest word you'll ever know If only if only emulsify this soul The Chimera stalks mollified white the bark equivocal Eminently if only it was so So many wails so many cries in the dark The opaque emaciated feebles the emptiest anoint This Chimera is a terrible kiss those lips efferent bark A kiss is a terrible thing to waste an anomalous delight The loneliest kiss you'll ever know So empty, the abhor so terrible the kiss to waste The Chimera stalks his eyes rough bark aglow Dead?hear the dead?come closer cognizance the taste If only if only it was so Walk in this grave The Chimera calls Hear the necrotized moan and wail so You shouldn't tremble when we touch the walls Kiss The Chimera's ether taste the whole The loneliest realization you'll ever know The Chimera's kiss if only if only it was so A kiss is a terrible thing to waste The Chimera's kiss anomalous in delight I take your hand the folds imprinted and hark The Chimera and our lips are part If only if only it was so Engulfed the fire is abhor in taste The tomb is later than you see to haste And a kiss is a terrible thing to waste The Chimera's kiss brethren in twixt Exhumed inhumed in incised wick The loneliest word you'll ever know If only if only it was so[/size]

[size=1] I believe that we as humans deserve nothing we have; that includes life. That includes everything. God may give deserving, but I at this point don't and can't find a resonable way within my mind to believe in him. So that's out of the picture. I wouldn't change a thing in my life at all, especially not at the present. I'd say mostly for anyone that responds to this thread, it will be something that has happened in the past that has changed them either by regret, hatred, or some other lying emotion. I say that's pointless. Then there's the whole time travel thing that comes in there. Perhaps if you changed something in the past, it would create a paradox; or something of the other sort. That's besides the point though. So I'd rather not change anything. Bad things are meant and do happen. You certainly don't deserve them, or anything. But you live with them, and it certainly and in all eventuality makes you a smarter and more experienced person to the cruelties and pains of life. I'm going with Zeh. I'd just never be born. It's not that I loathe living that much, or that I can't stand it. I just find it purposeless. Everything that gives you pleasure is simply a chemical in your head, or brain messages branched out and sent to you in taste, sense, and smell. And knowing that, it makes me hate living even more. It gives living this false sense to it. Like if I couldn't feel these emotions, or these senses, or these pleasures, I wonder what would even be left to live for. Or somewhere near that.[/size]

[size=1] It's a combination of everything, I'd say. Your parents influence you, especially as a child; your hereditary genes limit you or give you advantages which in turn also mold you; your friends and every single person you meet with and interact with changes you in some fine-tuned, or large area; your experiences and memories give you choices that you would never have besides. It's just everything. What I listed isn't even a start of all the things that change you. But, in the end, when you make your own choices, and choose what to remember, and what to take from everyone and everything, it is you. But it's everything at the same time as well, you just filter it all out though.[/size]

[size=1] Heh. I bought the album like you told me to, and I'm happy you ordered me to, great Sej Semjaza Tony, Sir! Ehm. Pepper still does sound vaguely familiar, especially the first time I heard it. But it ends there heh. I pretty much like the songs you like from [i]Electriclarryland[/i]. Now I want to check out their other albums. They've been around since 1983? O.o That's a long time. I'm wondering, Tony, have you gotten any of their other albums? Recommend any?[/size]

[size=1] You think I'm going to tell you who I have a crush on at OB? Dream on, dream for a year, dream for the life, and dream for the cheers, 'cause I'm certainly not saying. I'm guessing some should be very very obvious. *shrug* I'll just say there's a few, but I don't necessarily call those crushes. That's such a smashing term. I mean, come on. You have to know a spider to crawl in his web, heh.[/size]

[size=1] Heh. These are some different poems, I guess. All I can say is it has been [i]really[/i] hard to write lately, so I'm glad I have something to share. I do admit, in the second poem especially, these could use work, but I like the rawness, I guess. [b][u]nobody said[/b][/u] only made of bones and that's all i know they say they come in twos an arm, a hand, a leg and they're right and they're right only made of bones that's all that's all i know i wear these ribs on my heart poking prodding and it hurts though it still pumps, still works i wear these ribs on my heart so give me hands to break so give me legs to shock the aches and an arm to never forget hug me while and hug me we're only made of bones on my ribs just like a heart my brain's putting a smile on my face the bone's touching putting a smile on my face there's a skull on my brain and they said freedom has a name that's putting a smile on my face there's no freedom never seen that place but at least it's putting a smile on my face so the skull's like my ribs poking prodding all over the place nobody said it's easy nobody said it'd be this hard on my face a smile like wrinkles on a hand poking and prodding all over the place nobody said it's easy nobody said it'd be this hard i've tried to say it's easy i've tried to say it'd never be this hard and all i've found is the start where my bones are cold and snow and softly poking hearts so hug and hug me let's keep going to the start all we are is bones one crack and one break all we are is bones our hands, our arms they come in twos of missing you all we are is bones the bones on my heart ribs poking prodding the bones on my brain skull shifting thudding all we are is bones we have skin we have breath we have friends and our heads but our bones wail and through them we exhale going on and going all we are is bones and nobody said it'd be easy nobody said it'd be this hard and i've tried to say it'd be easy i've tried to say it wouldn't be this hard all i've found is the start where my bones are cold and snow and softly spoken so hug and hug me let's keep going back to the start all we are is bones that's all i know keep going back to the start so keep going that's all i know and hug me because that's all i know [b][u]let it go there[/b][/u] running in circles doppleganger claws and comet tails follow it all back to the start i'm going back the start going back to the place i used to know going to tell you the way my shadow will carry me to the place was looking at daisies beautiful sighs in my head wonderful petals circles all over i tell you i'm sorry going in circles all over beautiful sighs in my head the comet tails never looked so serene such a shame the world's this way my shadow will carry me to the place so take me back to the start let it all end there i can tell you the pain i can tell you the guesses even questions of where it speaks the loudest it comes back to haunt me what a rush to the start open my wound let it bleed on my fingers tell myself it's all in the start open my mouth let it speak on my teeth tell myself it'll all mean in the end i tell you i'm sorry beautiful sighs go through my head stars of the sky that's black as dark i want it to end even as it starts but maybe i'm not cut out saying i'm crazy open my wound let it bleed on my fingers and the taste the blood on my lips saying i'm crazy open my mouth let it speak on my teeth and let the truth be a zipper on my coat i tell you i've got to tell you the doppleganger has his claw on me i'm haunted by the shadows and the truth is i want to say it's too much i'll open my mouth i'll open my wound let it all bleed on my fingers and sink into my skin let it go in there and let it all swim like salmon on my lips i'm saying i'm crazy i shouldn't be this way look at all the other people out there suffer and suffer and it doesn't end there saying i shouldn't be this way but the doppleganger has his eye on me and my shadow makes me hide even when i open my eyes or i open my mouth or i open a wound and bleed it all into my skin it'll thicken in my brain i want to say it's too much i've got my secrets everyone does and it'll stay in my blood even as it thins in my brain so let it go in there let it all swim like salmon on my lips or buoyancy in my gall bladder it doesn't matter anyways i just don't want to care doppleganger has a wonderful claw comet tails in my hand running circles in my head and i just don't want to care but the reasons don't need that for some reason it's just that so let it go in there in my head all the secrets deserve the place someday it'll all be over these beautiful sighs in my head all i've learned meaning nothing and i'll just finally be dead the secrets deserving their place letting the dirt be on the ground it'll thicken in my brain as the head lice and locusts and maggots eat it away what a smile that deserves today it doesn't matter anyways so why not now just let it all fall away i'm sure if i let this wound bleed long enough it'll change but change is a rock i guess i'll just have to stand here all on top i'm doing dragonflies and circles going on doppleganger claws the tails never looked so gone tell you i need you tell you about these beautiful sighs in my head so let it go in there i guess i'll just stand here and wait it all out wait until it changes what a rock i guess i'll just stand here all on top my shadow will carry me to the place[/size]

[size=1][b][u]a pillow and a bed[/b][/u] i'm putting myself to sleep every night and if i catch you coming home my way a pillow and a bed what a drag count the sheep watch them jump the fence from my eyes says leave it alone the blood on my arms tear says find a home shut it and go that ain't what i want to do some sleep's dark some dream's numb like swamp bubbles and murk swampy swamp's scary that ain't my place ain't my place so shut it and go leave it alone i don't want to sleep so i put my eyes wide shut and my lips touched i don't want to sleep so i put my eyes wide shut and my lips touched eventually in the dark damp night swampy swamp's right and eyes are wide shut my mind's head lice crawling and spiders how nice eventually in the dark damp night swampy swamp's right but that ain't my place yet that's the stay and my head's afraid to ask why i'm putting myself to sleep every night and if i catch you coming back my way a pillow and a bed[/size]

[size=1] Anything I say won't matter. I think I'll do what I do best. A poem.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]mirrors and eyes[/b][/u] mirror loves a crack even so the sun smiles so the see of the break of day and all those eyes gaze away why it's cold when it's warm the sun smiles up in sky even he doesn't know why says might be moon all shoving his face too soon mirror loves a face even faceless has a home then so the moon smirks so the drop of the smile as the smile's gone up in sky and all those eyes shut to never never land gazing away in the night some hold the mirror in the dark of stars ask why it's so far when it's so close and gazing away but in moon says a smirk waves down to sun telling a mirror isn't same some moon shadows across land big light in sky and goes tired to sleep with a wink moon drifts off the smirk asleep and off the see of the break of day the sun smiles and all the mirrors and all those eyes gaze away [/size]

[size=1] I hope this thread gets closed. It's what it deserves. I'm not very cognizant of all the things going on here at all...but I am quite sick of all these crosses and xs and axes. Obviously things aren't going to resolve. So it's best to just close off it all in a plastic dome of tape and let it be where it'll be. There is no rivalry between OB and AE, never has, never will. It's only when you think so that it comes so in your mind. Charles did nothing wrong with his avatar...He even [i]told[/i] Kevin it was all in fun. The thing that gets me is how Kevin said it was all right, then, [i]behind Charles' back[/i], he said quite bad things to him from what I've heard. That's what gets me. What a coward. If you feel something about someone or anything, it's best to tell instead of build and build and build until it all falls down onto someone. That's enough. This whole thing is just plain dumb. And this isn't the first time Kev's done this to Charles from what Charles has said. I'm not jumping into anyone's arms here. I'm not saying Charles didn't hurt people from what he did...but seriously. People need to realize this is the way things work. You either take something like it's going to kill you or just take it from what it's meant to be. And I do think people care without reason. All the reasons you have given are reasons without reason. I know I don't care about someone because they're smart, or they're dumb, or they're named Mr. Chimera. It doesn't matter. You care about someone because you want to, not because of attributes that force it to you. Or because you think so. You care about someone because you know so. And, to turn your back on someone is like screaming and yelling you really didn't care. That it was all a lie, and that little arrow becomes a spear. People need to realize and see that no one's in certain wrong or right here. I'd like to say Kevin caused a lot of this pretty much internally, over his own control and will. Like a ventriliquist. But that's being too biased. The root of this is that people don't understand each other so much that by one blink of a simple thought and the image of some touch, it all tumbles and begins to roll like a rock down a hill. [/size]

[size=1] I've already told Gin this, but I've also had dizzy spells and stuff before. Last summer I even passed out, and hit the stove at my grandma's house. Hit my head...or knee...or something. I can't remember. And often, when I stand up especially, my vision will get hazy, and I'll usually shut my eyes to shake off the fuzzyness-ish thing. But sometimes it lasts really long, and sometimes I even pass out. Perhaps I have this anemia thing. Heh. It reminds me of aenema.[/size]

[size=1] I am going to work for 10 hours, finally get off work at 10 or so, and probably do nothing.[/size]

[size=1] It's just simply an expression...which basically means it's something you love. Eat me holy grails! Heh. It's pretty nice...but I still like the hellfire one better. There's also not much I can say to help. So there ends this post eh? As I said, it's simple and works well.[/size]

[size=1] Broken things are awesome. And black and white is just a vintage color scheme. Works really well here..so it's great. I can see the fun with the hair heh.[/size]

[size=1] [b][u]the coming of the nooses' hold[/b][/u] neck and a noose rope can catch and sing this hangwire's my head and roses all just stand and be roses red and they hold arms while i stand showered in the calm red roses like ashes ashes ashes we all fall down and the roses are only red but they hold arms machines breathe onlyto be hangwire's a noose only amachine and metal organic's only settle to those hills there is metal gold gold andkettle as we wear our water on our hill hangwire's got hands to brush tobrush away the machines' noose as we erode our skin to bone posies have the roses to hold red like love in akiss drink the glass anddrink ashes of ashesand ashes hold but still theroses have hands howbold[/size]

[size=1][b][u]in medias res[/b][/u] in medias res sleep tired and rest i know your head's tired like my chest don't be afraid to sleep tired and rest i know dreams are best a ball for catch tired like my chest when it's drained the dishes washed clean don't you ever dirty anything i have nothing to dream i know dreams let me wash the dishes clean in medias res my ear says it's clear but tired like my chest ache later and sleep tired rest [b][u]lemur's about[/b][/u] so cunning so wait the mouse tippy-tip penny's copper house the foutain of waiting it out smile it like you can pout mope the mope without name and shouts that's what lemurs about elephant tusk and mammoth white divine human isn't right god the god that damns might little mouses are cunning weak and weary they fight elephants cower at their sight promises are ropes in the head yank and pull you're almost dead anchor's going to fall steely-steel instead the open water's an ocean's sea to bed things are only as big as you led and small's my mouse's certain shed wood splinters and skull's a ted teddy-ted teddy bear's eye kitten puree pure as mine jacky-jack's work's as dull as a dime ten cent's work is a dozen's fine love you and isn't that fine so i'll smile like you can pout mope the mope without lemur my hang and shout that's what it's all about and don't anyone doubt that's what lemurs about [b][u]with the window down[/b][/u] went cruising on with the window down radio radioing my frown cynic's got me smoking town when the seat's all covered and dirt's all brown smile's an egg no yolk to be found my car's mustard like mr.french's fry goes good with hot dogs bright and tasty thighs but no one knows why even the radio radios those sighs when this dessert turns to mud radio radioing my frown i'm going to hit the accelerator down smoke my car on down town with my window down you might think that's risky with the window down but i got to tell you cynic's got me smirking he's my bud and we're fine but no one knows why so my window's going to hang open i hope i catch something fly they say angels are always in the sky cynic knows why so maybe i'll just crash and die bent still's my cynic's mind stop lights are like doughnuts in time blured cream and clock's strike is wine grape sauce all over and it's fine eat them up while i'm driving by i'm just waiting until a car brakes and that angel comes to me sky being the sky that all's free and isn't that the way america used to be baby sure seems so i'm going to smoke town my wheel's burning a burn round cynic's on my dash that pinion tree that freshens my head dirt is all dirt needs to have found so i'm going to smoke town fall off this desert and down cruising on with the window down radio'll keep radioing my frown[/size]

[size=1]Everyone needs to wake up, walk in a closet with a clown suit on, with a big smile plastered on their faces yelling, "I'm elated, I'm belated, and I'm gay!" and walk out of the closeet. Because sometime in our lives we are all jovial, happy little Santa Clauses with long beards that trip us as we fall. Heh. Sorry. I had an entirely nice post just posted up, and I had to just click "reset form" instead of "submit reply." So this will be rushed. Let's just cut the cake here, hm? A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. Get the cut? Good. Because I don't think any different of you at all. As for your scribbling, Sara, this needs to be taken care of. *tears up the "possible gays" list furiously* ^.^ There. Because you know, we're all happy and gay sometimes in our lives...like some frolicking harlequin. Now what it would be like to not wear the make-up..hm. Seems Bryan has taken a layer of make-up from his face off heh. If only the words gay and queer were used like they should today..not that homosexual is anybetter in some ways. But our society is just ignorant about this stuff. Geesh.[/size]

[size=1] I like how ery...*curses*. I hate library computers. The 'v' key doesn't work unless you smack it hard... *ahem* I like how simple it is. Simple ol' black an' whiteness. Works for me. The only thing that kind of detracts on this banner for me is what's the [i]purpose[/i] of it? Is it from some anime series you like? I don't know. Not that banners do ha (stupid key) have a purpose...I don't know lol. Overall I'd say it's better than I could do. So cheers to you.[/size]

[size=1] Heh. The style is all jaggy and stuffs...I personally don't like it too much, but it's not that bad either. Just what's going on in the picture itself made me laugh enough. :)[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by vicky [/i] [SIZE=1]He lay[b]ed[/b] [color=red]it sounds a bit better...not that that's wrong at all[/color] down beside his mother. [b]He[/b] couldn't see her yet, [strike][b]he[/b] was worried[/strike][color=red]The repetition of "he" really causes these sentences to sputter basically to nothing. Either name the person/dog/whatever, or find another way away from it[/color]. [strike][b]He[/b] [/strike][color=red]Again, the repetitive nature of the pronoun "he"[/color][strike]questioned[/strike]questioning [strike]himslef[/strike]himself about why he couldn't hear the [strike]little[/strike][color=red]The modifier isn't needed too well..it doesn't serve too well in its place[/color] [b]beating[b][color=red]Maybe a different word, such as sputtering, thudding, or something might serve. But beating is fine as well. Just don't be afraid to tinker with small things in a sentence[/color] noise on[color=red]Maybe a different preposition? How about of?[/color] his mother[b]'[/b]s [color=red]Simple grammar here. Mother's chest is possesive because his mother owns her chest, so thus the apostrophe is needed.[strike]cheast[/stike] chest, [b]he was pushed aside by his brothers, the echo of what might have been a door slamming clanging in his ears.[/b][strike]. He flet his brothers push him to get in. Then, he heard a slam. Like a nearby door opening.[/strike][color=red]Just trying to get a better flow to your sentences here...notice that by using the comma and linking "he" we don't get as much repetitive nature in a way[/color] [color=red]Remember that when someone speaks, always start a new paragraph. Likewise, when someone new speaks during a conversation, another paragraph is needed each time too."Oh, no...I knew this would happen..." [strike]To[/strike][b]Two[/b] people in green jackets reached down for each puppy. "How could they leave these guys here? Oh...the mothers dead..." [strike]S[/strike]ighed the people. [color=red] You need to make it more apparent that they came in the room...the little part about the door slamming did hint that, but it was very small of a hint. Maybe work in the noise of footsteps or something up above in the last paragraph?[/color] "Poor little tights..."[color=red] Who's saying this? A new person in the people that came in? You need to make it a new paragraph in that case, and it'd be also nice if you added a tag about who said it. Such as: "Poor little tights," said Mick, or something along there.[/color] On [strike]there[/strike][b]their[/b][color=red]A good way to try and know which to use (being they're, their, there) is to know that they're is a contraction meaning [b]they are[/b]. So what I do is read a sentence, or write it, then come to a part where I'd use there or their or they're. Then say they are, and if it works, that that's the correct form to use. There is used to point out a location, or place, or something. And their is used to somewhat give possesion to something, such as their hands, or something.[/color] coats [b]was[/b][color=red]Were, maybe?[/color] the words[strike]:[/strike] RSPCA.[color=red]And what does RSPCA mean, then?[/color] The small [strike]puppys[/strike][b]puppies[/b] [color=red]The plural of puppies losses the y and is changes with an ie, then an added s.[/color] were placed in a box. But one little black puppy[strike],[/strike] stayed behind his [strike]mothetr[/strike][b]mother[/b]. [b]The door slammed shut. The small puppy was left alone. He wouldn't get though. Or would he???[b][color=red] These sentences need a lot mroe description and a lot more action going on. Make some gestures at the sounds that were heard. Don't just say the door slammed shut. Say something like: The people left, their feet clapping on the ground. And as the last one left, the small puppy left behind let out a small whine, almost a whisper. Then the door slammed like a fist slamming on a bloody face, and there stood the lone puppy. Get my drift? Doesn't that sound better?[/color] [/SIZE] [size=1] I'm sorry I don't have the time to go through all of it...but I think and hope you've learned something here. EDIT: Gah. I also don't have the time to edit my post itself and fix the tags and all that stuff. And this library computer keeps messing up, and stuff. I think it's most likely the cookies...oh well. I'll edit this post when I get the chance.[/size]

[size=1][b][u]commas of hair[/b][/u] pause your lips on the comma of hair ulcer a period there ulcer a period there on the eight dangles of hair lick your tongue and indent the tail this indent has entrails teeth-marked spiders that squirm never a scorpion never a worm a semicolon night crawler broken stigmata to my eyes i see a scorpion but a period cries it salivas and tears and ulcers a period there crawly spiders that pause and stare eight eyes and eight dangles of hair and their eyes wonder if you care smelling and wrapping your lips the slow pressure of resist and the pleasure of buzz eventually the tail breaks off leaving a sigh and a flush the comma to a period as all touch ending first then much the lice infest semicolon nightcrawlers of what broken chains that say love emoticons of what was bleed ovaries for blood the first time is the last kiss cessations are hard to resist and it is good and it is right to pause to stop on a comma of hair of love, of care and to ulcer a period there so many are eyes wide and shut and with sigh and with a hush so much to ulcer a period there to watch the scorpion turn into a spider and all it can do is stare swelling and wrapping your lips their eyes falling like hips it's the dirt we always forget but all you can do is stare watch and wait until the exoskeleton bares it is better to be a comma and pause but even better a period to end parenthesis are nice like freezing it all in desperate ice sad to know even when you fight that a comma is only a crust of dust a scorpion in a desert soon to be lost one day to lose the tail knowing the heart and knowing the fail knowing the period falling on the eight commas of hair spiders and spiders squirming in despair ulcering a period there [/size]

[size=1] As for death, it is quite a good thing. Most people would say they would take eternal life over anything...and heaven and hell as such. But in our society today, it wouldn't work that way at all. We hold onto life as what it is...a momentary thing. Life's like a sentence, and our existence but a small pause, a comma in the outflow of all other words. A sentence has a subject, a verb(action), and objects which the subject affects. I'd say that says what life is very well. And the period of a sentence is obviously the end... I don't, like e.e. cummings, think death is a paranthesis. That is to say that death is an added thing, a thing that makes our life as a small comma longer. I don't think that...so I don't believe in God in some and most ways, which deletes heaven and hell out of the way I think. I agree with Semjaza. Death is, but more than that, it is something needed that is. If we were to live forever, as I said, life would be nothing like what it is today...and people would simply and eventually kill each other in some war. Just because, say, if you had eternal life doesn't mean you couldn't die from wounds. Or at least that's how I see it, I guess. Who knows. The thing is, I don't care if there's a God or if there's life after death or if there isn't. So I could easily believe in God if I find him...or if I actually find something logically and explicitly that shows God is. So either way I don't really care if there's a god, or what happens after death. Just knowing that death happens is mostly enough...although I'm curious, as all humans are, to know what does happen. And how death goes and comes, and other things. But I will never know, and that's fine by me as well. [center][b][u]commas of hair[/b][/u] pause your lips on the comma of hair ulcer a period there ulcer a period there on the eight dangles of hair lick your tongue and indent the tail this indent has entrails teeth-marked spiders that squirm never a scorpion never a worm a semicolon night crawler broken stigmata to my eyes i see a scorpion but a period cries it salivas and tears and ulcers a period there crawly spiders that pause and stare eight eyes and eight dangles of hair and their eyes wonder if you care smelling and wrapping your lips the slow pressure of resist and the pleasure of buzz eventually the tail breaks off leaving a sigh and a flush the comma to a period as all touch ending first then much the lice infest semicolon nightcrawlers of what broken chains that say love emoticons of what was bleed ovaries for blood the first time is the last kiss cessations are hard to resist and it is good and it is right to pause to stop on a comma of hair of love, of care and to ulcer a period there so many are eyes wide and shut and with sigh and with a hush so much to ulcer a period there to watch the scorpion turn into a spider and all it can do is stare swelling and wrapping your lips their eyes falling like hips it's the dirt we always forget but all you can do is stare watch and wait until the exoskeleton bares it is better to be a comma and pause but even better a period to end parenthesis are nice like freezing it all in desperate ice sad to know even when you fight that a comma is only a crust of dust a scorpion in a desert soon to be lost one day to lose the tail knowing the heart and knowing the fail knowing the period falling on the eight commas of hair spiders and spiders squirming in despair ulcering a period there [/center][/size]