Cuffs

There are times when we feel trapped; When the voice of doubt and oppression rings loudest and we falter; The human spirit breaks and we submit to those who wish us to do so. They teach us not to be strong; They teach us that we are weak.They preach that, only together with them, can we be something, anything, more.

It is during these times that we are at our weakest, our most vulnerable, and yet, our strongest.Only during the most blatent instances, when their false authority beams down upon us and they assert their beliefs as fact, do we get a chance to look beyond what they say and what we were taught see ourselves as: Our true selves. Sometimes people don't understand or like what they see, they are the ones who falter, who give in to the lies. But sometimes... sometimes there are those who see their true selves...who see the real human spirit, the PASSION, and, thusly, embody it.

Dedication

Chinga chinga chinga, whaaaaaa-eeeeeeyyyyyyeeeeuuui!
Wha- what! Uh- uhn?
Why'd you rock out of my house, leave me all bluuuueee~
I'm looking at your ferret and thinking of shoooeees~
Uhn!

And now you sadly weep,
My heart it creeps the creep
dinga dinga shoooosw~!

An exert of my musical lyric of "Antonio Brosky"
For Koool Adian.

mullet dungeon

So lately my chums have been getting cheesed at me because I decided to cut my hair and I, acidentaly, gave myslef a mullet. They seem to believe that, for whatever reason, having a mullet is 'out of style' or 'uncool, lame, and wierd'.
I disagree.
I think that the hair style looks good and that it fits my lifestyle. I can't ever see the back of my head so I figure it'll never effect me.
They shouldn't even complain becuase I've decided to not cut my hair any more anyway!
Soon my locks will be long and flowing, overlapping my mullet and bringing peace to my chum's unhappy judges.

ghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhouuuuulllllllllllllllllllllllllllllgfs

Strange Deal

Here is a tale for those who wish to read it,

Not a week prior to this date I had a strange encounter with someone. We had a group of people over at our house, see, and we were playing "Hide 'N Go Seek" (A truly delightful game were some goes out to hide while one goes out to seek. I decided to hide in a truly peaceful and recluded place; the secret broken-bath room in a bath room. While sitting there, peacefully mulling over life's questions, some entinty came into the bathroom. I could but sit silently waiting for his (her?) move. I figured that this person could well be the seeker or Hide and Seek Lore!!
Sadly, it seemed this unknown person/thing/U.O had more devious plans.
I spent the next few minutes bearing mute witness (with my ears) to this entinty EXPELLING WASTE FROM HIS(HER?(IT'S??)) DIGESTIVE SYSTEM

It was really an experience. As of this time I have no idea who it was. Pehaps I never will.

The Maniblues

Well, soon I will be reloctaing myself. Yup.
Yes. Well.
Not much more I can add to that.
Question everything.

Encore Important messagé.

I know not if it is proper blog ediqit to post twice in a few minutes. But then again, I was never one to follow ediqit

Snad Tit.

And so.

My song for inspiration

Na na na na naaaaa--!

Hey hey hey hey heeeeey!

Let's go, uhn!

When you're walking (walking, walking down the street) you smile at every, every person you meet (meat, yum!)

Hey whaaaaaaa--- so yoooooooou"!!!

Repeat.

So yeah. Everything is good on my end. What's it to ya? I hope you all had some nice holidays. I've been listening to a lot of Alvin and his chipmunk bretheren. Y'know it's true. It's a happy thing when you learn to sing. I'LL KEEP THAT IN MIND WHEN I FIGURE OUT HOOOOOOW!!!!! Graaaaahaww!