Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Halloween Screams
Halloween was SUPER AWESOME FANTASTIC this year :3 i totally went trick-or-treating with 5 of my closest buds, and had a jolly good time lol. we actually got quite a bit of candy. woot! my friend went as Achemd The Dead Terrorist (never heard of him? go on youtube. search him up. he is one heck of a funny dude. watch it.) and tapped me on my shoulder and yelled BOO. and how did i react? you guessed correctly (even though I have no idea what you actually guessed, or even if you guessed at all, even though i politley implied that you should guess by adding that little question mark back there, i'm sure that you were generally close enough!) i flipped out. like, my friend who i was walking beside...oh man... i'm thinking i probably busted her eardrums XD also, some guy jumped out from behind his house and scared me...even though he was actually trying to scare the person who OWNED the house...T_T. nice try, dude. but yeah...he freaked me out as well. and i screamed so loud, that i actually scared him as well!! poor guy. he had it coming to him. apparantly, i have a great scream though >.< those screams are totally going down in my books lol hope you all had a very magical and scary (lol) halloween!~ *mwahahahahahaha*
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SONNET XXXIX FOR KATIE
ReplyDeleteI went downtown, saw Katie in the nude
on Common Avenue, detracted soltitude
as it were, like a dream-state rosely hued,
like no one else could see her; DAMN! I phewed;
was reciprokelly then, thank heaven, viewed,
bestowed unique hard-on! but NOT eschewed,
contrair-ee-lee, she took a somewhat rude
'n readidy attude of Sex Prelude; it BREWED!
And for a start, i hiccuped "Hi!", imbued
with Moooood! She toodledooed: "How queued
your awe-full specie-ally-tee, Sir Lewd,
to prove (alas!), to have me finely screwed,
and hopef'lly afterwards beloved, wooed,
alive, huh? Don't you even DO it, Duu-uuude!"
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Casualidad sopla la sangre
de alguno señor desconocido
durante los pocos restantes
momentos del resplandor de faroles
que se vislumbran tras el follaje
flameando de las obsesiónes
igual efimero como gotas
del cinzano de la soledad –
En aquel tiempo me levanta
dentro uno incidente avejentado
que en seguida palidece
al camouflaje de abstraccion;
chica, nadie conoce que tus grisos
ojos significan aún; con todo
el sueño que hube evacuado
tu escudriñas nuevamente.
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