So, being the holiday season, I figured I should talk to my family. Makes sense, right? Well, knowing how I feel about my family, you can see that this is going to end badly. So where did I make my first mistake?
Was it not answering the phone when my mom was leaving a message this morning? No, that was fine.
Was it waiting for my mom to call back instead of calling myself? No, that was actually done right. I didn't have to worry about long distance nor who would actually pick up, since my parents are in Pennsylvania with my grandparents and uncle.
Was it talking to not only immediate family but extended? Well, that was a mistake, but not the first.
No, no, my first mistake came back around Thanksgiving when I attempted to placate my parents by telling them I might come down to Penn. when they were going to be there.
Yes. That was very, very stupid. Because naturally they leaked it to my grandparents. So in talking to them, I was doing nothing but explaining why I wa
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People are always asking me where I get my wallpapers. Well, I can never remember. So I figured "what the hell" and decided to post a few of my favorites. Feel free to copy them. Clicking on'em should give you the full sized version. Leave me comments if you like the pics and let me know which ones you liked.
That's all for now, I guess. But I am going to leave you with a few song suggestions.
"Mosh" & "Big Weenie" by Eminem. (They're very good and not too offensive for you obnoxiously sensitive types)
"What If the Guy From Smashing Pumpkins Lost His Car Keys?" by Stephen Lynch. Anything by Stephen really. Funny, funny man. He's up there with Jimmy Fallon and Dane Cook.
"What You Waiting For?" by Gwen Stefani. Nice solo effort.
"Boulevard of Broken Dreams" by Green Day. Very Nice.
"Fever" by Peggy Lee.
Just got into Keane so try them out too.
Well, that's all for now.
:sigh:
You're skirting the edge of disaster. You're getting close to that line where on one side your behavior upsets me and on the other side your behavior has come to be expected.
If this incident has occurred because of sudden inescapable events, then I am disappointed by your lack of retention. I explained my point of view to you, made sure you understood, yet you have failed to act appropriately.
If this incident has occurred because of cowardice, because you have, for whatever reason, decided that you do not have the courage or fortitude to face your problems head on, then I am ashamed for you and I am ashamed to know you.
You were so close. You had made amends and you had received my forgiveness. It was no longer an issue. But before the memory of your offense could even be erased, you made another. It doesn't even matter the reason.
I am just....Disappointed.
I realize I just posted but I had to add something.
Have you ever noticed how completely gratifying it is when you've heard a cliche you're entire life and then you finally get to see the movie that spawned it?
Example:
"Badges? We don't need no stinkin' badges."
Blazing Saddles man. Everyone knows the phrase but how many people have heard the original?
Ok. That was it. Go back to your regular scheduled programming.
So, I'm watching Desert Heat. It's a Jean-Claude Van Damme movies, so obviously I'm not expecting much. It's not like it's Street Fighter or anything. But at first glance as I was flipping through channels, Van Damme was looking well, damn good. Now I generally don't go for him beause while he is a well built man, he's usually don't something crappy with his hair or clothes or whatever. But in this movie, he's wearing one of those perfectly shaped cowboy hats and tight jeans.....:sigh: it was nice. It was very nice. Actually it reminded me of this picture of Wolverine. Which I posted so you could see what I was talking about.
This one.
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(And it's odd that it would remind me of this, since I was thinking Van Damme was hot but I've never had any particular inclination towards Wolverine and generally I'm just annoyed that Marvel finds it necessary to put him on every other cover and in every title. Right now I think h
Seeing as how you are one of the few people I really talk to, it makes it very hard for me to not talk to you. Plus, as a control-freak (it's my parents' fault, I swear), it's really hard for me to just let things lie and wait for you to talk to me. I've told myself multiple times that I'm just going to leave it and let you do all the work but as you can tell, it isn't working very well. In fact, I almost sent this to you as an instant message, but decided to put it here instead. Partially because I'm gettting this sinking feeling that I'm coming off as a possessive girlfriend. Which I'm not, possessive or your girlfriend, so it worries me a little that I'm sounding like one. Am I sounding like one? Also, there tends to be a bunch of people in your room when you're actually in it, and I didn't really think it was necessary for them to know any of this. I certainly hope they don't know any of this.
:sigh: Ashley was right.
Why
I am very irritated and very cranky. And no. It is not my time of the month, so shove it. The person I'm mad at will know who they are. The only problem is that he doesn't even know I'm mad at him. Which is part of the reason I'm mad. It's not one of those obscure things were "if you don't know why I'm mad at you, then I'm not going to tell you." No, it's just that I'm mad at him because he doesn't bother to let people know when plans change, nor does he return phone calls. Hence, if he bothered to call, then he would know I'm mad at him and we could clear it all up. I'll get over it once I actually talk to him. But since he doesn't call, I can't get over it. So things are just going to get worse.
Worse! You hear that? Things will only get worse.
See, even talking about it to anyone but him only reminds of how angry I am.
I take it back. You're not on thin ice. You sinking. And sinking FAST!!!!!!!!!!
I don't think you people understand just how much this irritates me. If you make plans to do something with someone, then those plans should have priority over other things. Now I can understand if something comes up that you must attend to. Or if you realize that you forgot to do something that needs done. You are both in situations where you have people that depend on you and with these situations, extenuating circumstances are sure to come up and interfere with things you might rather be doing. I get this. I really do.
BUT HOW FREAKIN' HARD IS IT TO PICK UP A PHONE AND CALL ME TO LET ME KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS VIOLENTLY OBNOXIOUS TO FAIL TO INFORM SOMEONE THAT YOU WILL BE UNABLE TO PROCEED WITH THE FOREPLANNED EVENTS AS WELL AS A SIGN THAT DESPITE WHAT I AM SURE WAS AN EXCEPTIONAL PARENTING JOB YOU HAVE FAILED TO REMEMBER ANY METHODOLOGY WHEN IT COMES TO COMMON SENSE AND POLITE BEHAVIOR.
Do you both (since I'm only speaking to two of you. You should know
I realize it's been a while since I've posted anything. However, I really haven't had anything to say and I didn't see a point to writing when my heart wasn't really in it.
Speaking of which, I'm really only writing this so you don't get worried about me. I'm gonna go now and you'll hear form me when something noteworthy happens. So it might be a while.
Lata.
Sometimes I wish the world was reversed. Then, I think, I might fit right in.
We should start an Insomniacs Club on NMU's campus. Then, maybe, I'd actually have someone to talk to.
Speaking of talking to (well, actually it has nothing to do with talking to anyone, it was just my way of changing the subject without it being abrupt and awkward...which I think I screwed up.)
Anyway.
So I was just scanning the list of other bloggers in Marquette, when I came across one that I thought was interesting. Obviously, I'm not going to say who it was, 'cause that'd be rude. And while I'm not above being rude, I'm still not going to say.
Right, so, my attention was caught by a few things they said and I decided to read their blog. So I did. And then I went and read their archived posts.
Now my question is: Does this seem slightly stalkerish to anyone besides me?
I mean, I'm the one who did it and even I'm freely admitting it's weird. It wa
:sigh: I'm in a very sighing mood. I'm not sure why. I don't think I'm ever really sure why I feel the way I feel at the particular moment I'm feeling it. That should make sense but I'm not sure if it actually does.
Anyway. It's been a while since I wrote something so I figured I should, well, write something.
My nose is clouded with the smell of warmth. It's a faint burning smell from a hot lamp mixed with the salt of my flesh and the faint perfume of my shampoo.
The burning is the strongest. It makes me think of fire. Not like a campfire, more like a warehouse fire. Makes me think of flames all around, lancing up and down the sides of discarded wooden crates. My uncle's business makes shipping crates. I imagine that he would be disappointed by the joy I get from this vision. The fire is orange. Warm. Like a blanket you would curl up in if you never wanted to wake up. Sometimes I don't want to wake up. Many times I don't want to wak
I found it. The motorcycle I want.
The Dodge Tomahawk.
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It's just about the coolest thing I've ever seen. And I've seen some cool things.
What is it, you ask?
Well, I'll tell you. See these people over at Dodge were looking for a way to showcase the sheer power and monstrosity of their Viper engine. So what did they do? They gave the engine wheels and a seat.
Yes, indeed, I tell you no lies. The Dodge Tomahawk is a motorcycle made from a TEN-CYLINDER DODGE VIPER ENGINE!!!!!! Now tell me that doesn't rock?
And get this, it's technically not even a motorcycle. It has four wheels. Count'em. Four. Each operating independantly.
This bike is just awesome. It gets 0-60 in 2.5 seconds. It goes a theorectical 300 miles per hour.
I want this bike. I don't care if it's technially a concept car. One day, I will own one of these. Even if I have to make it myself.
I get it. You're pissed. You're mad because you think I've said something I shouldn't have. Maybe I did. Maybe the question I asked isn't one you're ready to handle. Maybe you'll never be ready to handle it.
But I said it. I can't take it back. And I'm sorry you're mad at me. I'm sorry that causing you to doubt yourself is so offensive.
I did it for a reason. And I had the best intentions in mind, roads to hell aside.
I did it because the question was hanging in the air. I asked it because it was obvious to me. And when something's obvious to me, I think it should be obvious to the people it involves. I would rather have you made at me for asking it, then not have asked it at all.
I can understand why you don't want it asked. You've built your life around it. Everything you've done and everything you do is with this goal in mind. I get that you can't handle the doubt because it presents the possibility that eve
All I Ask.
The subtle melancholy of my life has deepened to a point of no return.
Have I gone as far as I can go, up or down?
Is there no joy to be found?
Do I await a fiery doom?
Will I find dusk and gloom?
Does silence wait in the afterlife?
Where whispers abound with life and love, but none can touch me.
An operation of dark intent, removing my heart, my center and soul.
Yearn for life and death.
Strive for peace and silence yet search for action and noise.
Pain runs freely through my veins.
Every day is pain and darkness but never enough.
Never death.
Never the end.
Never everything it could be, all building up to the point of nothing.
Life has deserted me and death will not claim me.
Left is right and up is down and everything spins round and round.
Clockwise is counter, in is out and all of everything spins about.
Building is collapsing and the retreat is sound.
The day arises and my heart forgets to beat and everything is nothing and nothing at all but ev
Fatalism can be a beautiful thing.
I wear a mask every day.
But it’s not the one I want.
Everyday the same.
I pretend to happy and to be sad.
But what mask do you wear for pain?
What face can you show for that?
Is there a way to show that?
I long to wear pain.
A mask of blood.
So everyone will know.
And I can stop hiding.
Slice my vein.
Dip my fingers in.
Drag along my skin.
War paint.
Death rites.
A warning.
The truth.
Morbidity holds me close.
Morbidity is my truth.
It will let me show my true colors.
But the world won’t let me wear them.
They worship life.
You worship life.
Cling to life.
As though that is all there is.
But I long for another path.
A path of darkness.
A path of solitude.
A path of no pain.
No fear.
No doubt.
No uncertainty.
Just absolution.
I long for absolution.
I long for death.
But I am too nice to walk the path prematurely.
Too cowardly to perform the act.
Too scared to see the results.
Death holds silenc
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"Insomniacs. Insomniacs. I need to find some Insomniacs."
"Then when I'm bored, like I am now, I have someone to talk to."
"I'm not drunk, I swear I'm not."
"I'm just bored...which is almost as bad."
"Because now I can't sleep."
"And I won't go to bed, until I've gotten this outta my system."
Everybody: "Insomniacs. Insomniacs. I need to find some Insomniacs."
"Then when I'm bored, like I am now, I have someone to talk to."
"I just smoked four cigarettes."
"And I'm feeling very mor-bid."
"I'm wide awake, so awake."
"I'm feeling very social, which is completely strange for me."
"Insomniaces. Insomniacs. I need to find some Insomniacs."
"Then when I'm bored, like I am now, I have someone to talk to."
"I have have very few friends."
"And almost no lif
Today, specifically because it's 9/11, seems like a good day for my little Freedom rant. Keep in mind, I'm not trying to offend you. I'm giving my opinion. And yes, my opinion might be offensive. But that doesn't mean it's directed at you or that being offensive is it's objective.
On 9/11, I was sitting in Math Class when I heard about the attack on the Twin Towers. It was sad, but the thing I remember most is that some of the people around me were getting really scared. I remember thinking, "yeah, because after New York City, Waterford, MI is there next target." But I didn't say anything because it wouldn't have been appropriate. The entire day, though, I remember being very annoyed with people. It was all they would talk about and they were all acting like it was the most tragic thing in the world. And I'm not saying that it wans't a great tragedy. It was, it really was. But things like this happen in other countries all the time.
I am very sore. Why you ask? Well, I have Karate twice a week for an hour, plus Judo once a week for two. This had better get better. It hurts to lift my arms right now. And sleeping: very uncomfortable...which stinks because I like sleeping. Oh well. I'll get over it.
Also, my sinuses are going nuts and it's been two weeks. They should be done by now. But I think they're actually getting worse, since now my eyes are sore. But that might be from the lack of sleep.
Okay, lata.
(And yes, I know I still owe you a rant about Freedom. It's coming, I promise.)
Song: "I Put A Spell On You" by Ray Charles.
I'm soooooo booorrreeedddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why can I never find someone to drink with me?
(Did I not mention I was drunk?)
It's only Bacardi 151, it's not that bad. Suck it up guys and take a shot.
No, seriously, I mean guys. Because I've yet to find a guy to drink it with me.
I don't expect any girls to (no offense), but come on. Guys? Not drinking strong drinks? Not testing their masculinity against a girl who could theoretically drink them under the table? Whatever happened to testosterone? Suck it up and take a shot.
You people suck.
I'm soooooo bbbooorrreeeddd!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is not what college is supposed to be like.
*razzberry*
You people need to learn how to drink.
I'm Back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm Back, I'm Back, I'm Back.
I never thought I'd be glad to be at school but now school involves not being home. And I have a car and an apartment so I never have to go home. Never ever ever.
YAYYAYYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, and coming soon: a rant about Freedom and what it really means.
Also, buy The Killers. It's a great album.
So, I'm online (obviously) and it's the middle of the day, and I'm not tying up any phone lines. So where am I?
A: Panara Bread.
Weird, huh?
Apparently my wireless works here. It's actually kinda cool.
Anyway. There's actually a specific reason I'm posting. So I was up really late last night, and after Jerry Springer was finally over (I hate that show so I watch The Twillight zone instead), but after Jerry was gone, Last Call w/Carson DAly came on. And Stephen Baldwin was on. Now watching this, I thought it was curious that he was wearing a Newsboy shirt (christian band), then he started plugging his new DVD, a movie with Christian extreme athletes. So I'm thinking "What the...?"
Well, turns out (and I didn't know this), that Stephen is a born-again Christian.
Now you're thinking "So?"
Well, while it's not as obvious as maybe it should be, I too am a Christian. So I say "Good for Stephen"
Messing with colors and fonts. Lots of Fun.
Oh, hi! Didn't realize you were here. :) Kidding....I think.
Anyway, I know it's been a while since I wrote. But by now you should be used to it.
Anyway, what's going on in my life.
Well, I might have a car. Yay.
I go back to school in less than a month. Yay.
Ringo's going to California. Sad.
I might get to hang out with John. Yay.
My home-bound friends have less than a month to hang with me. Sad.
I'll have my own apartment at school, so they can come visit. Yay.
And most importantly, if I do have my own car, I can get my brother to buy me alcohol and then take it up with me. YAY.
That's a big yay, if not a mega yay.
Ah, fun.
Anyway, that's all for now.
Group of the moment: Muse. Very, very Good. Love their new CD and will have to check out some of their old ones.
This post's weird question: Have you ever seen "no shirt, no shoes, no
I know, I know. It's been over a month since I posted. I'm sorry. Really!
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Okay, so not really. Not to mention, I did warn you all that I was now in Bad Internet Territory and I wouldn't be posting as much...at least, I think I warned you. Maybe that was someone else...
Anyway, I posting now. So get over it.
Plus Ringo has been bugging me about updating. Look I updated! Happy?
No? Well, then it's probably got nothing to do with me.
So: news:
Ringo got a job. Yay!
John went to London. Yay!
John came back....not sure if that's a yay. I'll have to wait and see what she got me.
Umm. Work is good. Home is...well, if you know me, then you know that answer to that. I'm good.
Today's my birthday.
The Pistons won the NBA Finals.
Dogdeball is a really, really funny movie.
What? What did I say a minute ago? Ummm...the Pistons won the NBA Finals?
Before that? I'm good?
Birthday? No, I didn't say anything about
Reposting this, thought it might be interesting. And you can leave comments now.
Enjoy.
I hate seeing movies with other people in the theater, except my friends. So the following is either things I hate or suggestions for making it better. You should be able to tell the difference.
1. Don't open packages of food during the movie. Open them ahead of time. You don't have to eat them right away, but it's annoying when you hear that stupid crackling sound.
2. When you do finish your snack, don't sit there and crumple the wrapping for the next hour of the movie. Just set it some where (like the seat next to you or the floor) and take care of it later.
3. Go to the bathroom before the movie starts. If you can't hold it for two hours, then sit on the end of the row so you don't have to walk in front of forty people going "excuse me, sorry, excuse me, sorry". It's obnoxious.
4. Do not ask questions about the plot. Movies generally tend
I really haven't been able to post a lot lately. I've been very busy with work, I've only had a few days off and I've been using them to do...stuff. As for my nights, I've actually been using them to sleep. Imagine that.
Anyway. Some really good news: Me and Sara got an on-campus apartment!!!! Yay!!!
I'm a lot more excited about it than I might seem, but I'm tired so it probably doesn't seem like I'm all hyped or anything. I am. But whatever.
Song: "Turn Smile Shift Repeat" by Phantom Planet.
So, until later.
Oh, and you may have noticed that I changed my blog template. Pretty huh?
So I was finally able to get my internet to work, so you might be hearing from me more than you (or I) thought. Anyway, nothing to say right now. Sorry. But I'll give you a few things:
Songs:
"Stupid" Sarah McLachlan
"The Reason" Hoobastank
"Float On" Modest Mouse
Movie: The Punisher
Actor: Thomas Jane and Brad Pitt
That's all for now. Lata.
Okay, I don't get it.
In comedy movies, where you need to pull off some crazy stunt to get a certain amount of money, or when you get the chance to ask for a specific amount, why do these people always ask for the exact amount?
I mean, obviously you're broke, so why settle for getting the bare minimum? If you need $50,000 for a heart transplant for your father, why would you agree to pull off a stunt and only ask for $50,000? Why wouldn't you ask for $100,000? Then you have extra.
I just don't get it.
Go see Hellboy.
Go see The Punisher.
Go buy The Punisher Soundtrack.
Trust me.
Ignore Leonard Maltin.
Go see Hellboy.
Go see The Punisher.
Go buy The Punisher Soundtrack.
Trust me.
Ignore Leonard Maltin.
Go see Hellboy.
Go see The Punisher.
Go buy The Punisher Soundtrack.
Trust me.
Ignore Leonard Maltin.
Go see Hellboy.
Go see The Punisher.
Go buy The Punisher Soundtrack.
Trust me.
Ignore Leonard Maltin.
Go see Hellboy.
Go see The Punisher.
Go buy The Punisher Soundtrack.
Trust me.
Ignore Leonard Maltin.
Go see Hellboy.
Go see The Punisher.
Go buy The Punisher Soundtrack.
Trust me.
Ignore Leonard Maltin.
Go see Hellboy.
Go see The Punisher.
Go buy The Punisher Soundtrack.
Trust me.
Ignore Leonard Maltin.
They say you have to hear something seven times before you'll remember it.
As many of you might know, especially if you know me, I have a phobia of sharks. Now many of you are thinking "Phobia? Doesn't that just mean you're afraid of them?"
Well, the answer to that would be "no". A phobia is different from a fear. Generally, a fear only bothers you when you encounter the object, i.e. if you're afraid of spiders, you'll generally only panic when one is near you and in a place where you might come in contact with it.
A phobia, however, is much worse. The dictionary defines it as "A persistent, abnormal, and irrational fear of a specific thing or situation that compels one to avoid it, despite the awareness and reassurance that it is not dangerous."
That is why I have a phobia of sharks and not a fear. It is completely irrational. If I'm in the water and someone says "shark", I get out and won't go back in...period. If I see fish jump, I'm out. If I see dolphins jump, out. Birds dive
I figured I should say something. Since it's been a while and all. But I don't really know what to say.
Oh, good news though. I'm not sick anymore, so I'm planning on getting completely trashed this weekend. Tomorrow night. Yay. Now I just have to find someone to drink with. But that shouldn't be hard.
Later.
My English teacher has to be one of the biggest idiots I have ever met.
First of all, he doesn't know how to speak English. He pronouces "been" as "bean". He can't even legibly write in English.
And while yes I often blame these things on him being French Canadian, I'm not blaming it on that so much as I'm excusing him and explaining his obscurities. But he's taking the stereotypes way too far. I'm surprised his own people haven't assassinated him.
He's also an ASSHOLE. For the last two papers we've had to write, his topic questions have included trick questions, questions that if you answer them, you're setting yourself up to fail.
And on the current paper, we have to do research (which I hate ) on Hamlet. HAMLET!!!!!!!!! Who the hell does research on a fictional story? On fictional characters? It's moronic.
And to go even further, he's decided that the research we have to do on Hamlet can't
*sigh*
Today is a sighing day. And I was doing so well too. I was getting some nice writing done. I as inspired and in the zone. But then I lost it. Hey, Friends is on. It's a rerun but since I'm not writing my novels i might as well watch it.....oh, but then I have to take my headphones off. They're so comfortable now. It's great when you can have music flooding directly into your head. Anyway. The head phones are off. Friends is on. Well, it's off now because well, it's over, but whatever. Next is Will & Grace so that should be fun. Should I get drunk tomorrow night? I haven't decided yet. A lot of it depends on what happens tomorrow. I have to go to Cohodas (the office building for NMU) and see if they'll give me an overage check. See, I have money on my account but I don't want all of it, obviously, because it's like...$1700. So I only want about $100-200. But last time I tried, they yelled at me. And it's always the same people wo
So time for something new. I'm not bored, sick, tired, grumpy, or mad at anyone. Also, my head doesn't hurt.
First: A few shout-outs:
Andrea/Ringo: Luv you!!!! I'll be home (hopefully) in less than a month. Can't Wait!!!!!!
Beth/John: We defintely need to hang out more, I haven't seen you since, what? August?
Mike: Don't worry, I'm not mad at you any more. And sorry for always ranting about our professor...but he really is an asshole.
Megan: YAYYAYYAYYAY!!!!! All hail the new Meyland RA!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy for/proud of you.
Amateur Scientist: I hope all your scripting is going well for you, I know you're really excited about that.
Anyone else: As you know, I have a horrible memory, so if you look here and I've forgotten you: sorry, it happens....a lot.
Okay, now that that's done, what else is on the agenda. Oh right. Take my Quiz:
Quiz
If you do take it, do it under a name I would recognize so I can see who's done it.
I'm very bored. And sick. THANKS A LOT MIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My head hurts.
But at least "Touching Evil" is on.
Jeffrey Donovan is hot.
But don't worry, my criteria for shows is not that they must have a hot guy in them. I have, however, noticed that if there's a lousy plot, a hot guy makes a very nice distraction. Not that "Touching Evil" has a bad plot.
Anyway. Later.
A day! A day and its darkened counterpart!
Its night, its elegant blanket of black and coal.
What a difference a day can make.
What a change can be imparted
From the setting of the sun
To the rising of it, anew, the next morning.
What has changed between us?
What hath this new day brought us
That so alters the manner in which we converse?
Counsel, my counsel I should lend to thy ear
Or at the very least, let you lend your speak to mine
In a manner that doth allow more console than counsel.
Thine friend am I, thy companion in thought and action.
Alike are we two in our manner, our speak.
But what could have been done to change
That you would no longer speak to me as kin or as friend?
Hath my speech, my yesterday’s impart,
Impaired, impaled, itself upon our link?
Did my tongue, speaking words of my heart,
Reach thy ears with bitterness?
Did my confession tear asunder the
Pairing you had with another?
My intention it was not, nor my goal.
No harm was meant by it
Damned! Damned am I, flesh and soul alike.
Where thy to search heaven, hell or the mortal coil in between,
Thou shalt never find a creature more unlucky than I.
Would some passing stranger spit and speak my name,
Whether it was to thee or just in passing randomness,
No choice would ye have but to flee,
Running no doubt to the nearest clegryman,
And pray that the evil eye,
Which lingers and follows me every place I go,
Would perchance have a moment of deafness
And pass thine mortal soul over.
Hate me the Fates must.
For they cackle and gloat at the bitter wind that
Hath been persuaded to push my spirit along in this world.
Sisters three they mock me in my short existence.
They conspire to take mine love and drive,
Between the object and mine affection,
A gorge, a massive canyon that swallows up sky
And darkens the land around it.
Were I to attempt to cross this valley,
This rend and rift torn betwixt us,
I hold no doubt that I would be confused,
Perplexed and bemu