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of the tiny little things
is what i'm for
so here we are
the couch is comfortable
the lights are low
and you have taken off your glasses
as much as i hoped
to say you tasted like skittles
or what you mean to me:
whatever drags airplanes through the sky,
dutch tulips and digital roses
and warm warm hands
you don't taste like anything at all.
nothing except a perfect copy
of my own mouth
when I haven't drunk in a while
and the corners are sore from smiling.
we both saw it coming from miles away
foreheads, noses, then mouths together
and i couldn't help noticing
again and again
i could see your eyelashes
your hair had fallen over your face
and i fixed it, laughing
because that's what i'm for
The Old FrontierPack your bags, get your toothbrush
Find a car, find a silver cross
Throw a tarp over the windshield and we're covered
Get a road, lay it down flat
And behind us, we'll trail angel floss
So we stay over the sky and not under
It's a long, long way to whatever we want
It's an old frontier that we've never come across
And the last thing we need is to be cute and sad and lost
'Cause someone will pick us up and take us home
It's a long, long drive and we've got horses and tires
In case one breaks down and we're left on our own
Drive a MACK, drive a cloud,
Long as it gets you where you need
There's a sweet patch of road that must have once been dirt
There's a sweet patch of road
With a black-and-white candy stripe
A lovely accent to the Christmas trees and AstroTurf
It's a dark, dark tunnel, half collapsed and rolling under
And the crash of God's new thunder
Gave us heart attacks from wonder
So we've come to get away
Here in the old frontier, we'll hit the coast and build across it
PartnersLast night, it was snowing doves
And I dragged you outside and
You caught one on your tongue
I beamed at you with pride and
You spat it out again
Too many dirty feathers and
Clawing feet, you said
One of these days I'll get you to smile
You will be my partner in crime
And I'll act like a child
Let's be the mismatched cop-movie pair
And I'll drag to down to my level, I swear
One of these days, ah
Last night, it was raining down
Something tiny and shining
And I pulled down a cloud
To show its silver lining
Only to win a bet
We argued that same day
I said a cloud's the perfect pet
(And I bet you a dollar
The silver was its collar.)
This cloud follows you around
It's adorable and you
Still have this silly frown
Is it the rain or can't you
Just simply make it end?
It's on a leash, it loves you
Just ask, my gloomy friend
One of these days I'll get you to smile
You will be my partner in crime
And I'll act like a child
Don't lie to me, really, how's the weather up there?
We'll challenge each o
Part OneOnly the best part is over,
Only the best is to come
Try and try, I still get older
At least we had a little fun
Keep your hair on and keep it covered
Open your heart and close your lungs
There will be friends and missing lovers
High ladders, all with broken rungs
Only the worst part has left us
Only the worst is to come
We drank up our lives into blessed dust
And now we have work to be done
Only the first part is over,
Only the next is to come
Leave and we'll draw you in closer
At least we had a little fun
Make Up Your Own Damn TitleI walk along the dirt road, staring up at the sky and singing.
There's no need to watch where I'm going. I've been down this road a thousand times. I already know there's nothing there. The sky is cloudless and blue.
The dirt road stretches on for miles in front of me, carved into the side of the hill. At the bottom I can see a forest, and somewhere very far behind me is the very tiny town, and then more hills. "The fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round." I sing it. The sky is so blue.
I've gotten too used to the color. So much time staring blankly at the sky has bored a hole through the atmosphere to the truth everything is pure, liquid empty space, weighing down the world. Nothing is there. Blue is a mask. Do I know any songs from Phantom of the Opera? I can't think of one.
I walk along the road, in no hurry, swinging my paper shopping bag. It's so far to go, but I like to walk. Another successful day in
Nonogramit was -
i swear -
the craziest thing
i heard mr. goodman's voice,
talking in numbers
i couldn't follow
and i let my eyes wander and
i looked at the wrinkles
in the fleece lining
and saw letters
in the random puckering
in the only language
neat and wiggled
i could barely make out almost-words
like the fleece
was giving me
but i blinked and
the blobs came back
and it was all numbers
i may never be
a scientist but
i have to admire
MademoisellePretty girl, draw out the white
Draw out the green and rip the seam
Stay the razor, peace is coming
Peace is coming fast
He's not a martyr any more
Than those dying in the streets
Will you be around to mourn?
Mademoiselle, you're going to hell
Make sure your last word is sweet
Wet and red and with a scream,
Your country is reborn
Ribbon girl in a ribbon hat
Ignore the blood that stains the bath
Tell the people, peace is coming
Peace is coming fast
Don't expect a protected, wailing chorus
Mademoiselle, if they want peace
What they need is someone working for it.
The Precocious Reverse Career Test1. Would you consider yourself a people person?
b. The RIGHT kind of people.
d. Oh GOD no.
2. Are you comfortable with the sight of blood?
b. Well, if it's for a good cause
c. Ew, no.
d. More than I should probably say.
3. Can you keep a secret?
a. Never needed to.
c. Yes, very well.
d. Why? Who have you been talking to? What do you know?!
4. How do you respond to peer pressure?
a. I START peer pressure.
b. FIGHT THE POWER
c. Go with the flow. Hey, you can always blame it on someone else.
5. Did you grow up around other families?
a. Just a few.
d. I actually don't remember.
6. Would you shoot the hostage to get to the bad guy?
a. Depends on the situation.
b. Yes, anything to bring justice.
c. I'm not THAT heartless.
d. Wait bad?
7. Have you given up hope for your future?
a. What? No! I'm going to be huge.
b. I wouldn't tell a stranger anyway.
c. Uhhhh yes.
The SpongeBob SquarePants Bootleg Episode
The following is a recording of a suicide note audio tape:
It's just a cartoon, they said. It's just a 2D drawing moving on screen, it can't harm you. Boy, they were wrong.
You might be wondering what the hell I'm talking about. Well, let me tell you quickly, since I just want to get this over with.
It happen a few weeks ago with my friends; *****, ******, ******, and **** (These bleeps here are the name of the person's friends. He, himself, who wrote this, has his own name censored due to legal reasons, the only thing we can tell you is that there were four males and one female) We were on an urban exploration – well, not an official one. We were into those things called “Lost Episodes” which were allegedly episodes from popular children cartoons that were either never aired or completely banned. Take the example: 'The Ren & Stimpy Show' which ironically does hav
Creepypasta: Future TenseCreepypasta: Future Tense
I knew something was wrong from the moment I woke up, namely that I was still dreaming. I had to be. There wasn’t any other explanation for the spectacle that awaited my dazed eyes. An abnormally lucid dream to be sure, and I’d never had a lucid dream before but I was at least familiar with the concept. Everything seemed to be flawlessly material and factual, from the flickering red numbers on my digital clock-radio to the individual fibers of my cotton sheets.
But back on topic, you’re probably curious as to what I saw. First I’ll need to briefly acquaint you with the layout of my room. There’s a rather sizable full-length mirror positioned in a straight line across from my bed. Now, in addition to seeing the room itself reflected in the mirror, there was a most unexpected fellow dwelling within the mirror itself. I say “within the mirror” because he was only present as a reflection, facing outwards in a manner that s
Creepypasta: You Are What You EatCreepypasta: You Are What You Eat
September 14th, 2014
Sleep. I miss sleep more than anything else. You don’t completely understand how much of a necessity it is until you’re reduced to no more than three hours of it each night, I suppose. But I should feel lucky that I can sleep at all. Their screaming keeps much of the staff awake for far longer than I often am.
We still don’t know why they’re always screaming, and may God damn the man who thought to engineer the things with vocal chords. Whoever decided it could possibly be a useful idea to give carnivorous plant-things the ability to vocalize their thoughts was clearly insane. And coming from me that means something. Takes insanity to recognize insanity and all that.
Anyhow, back on topic. The point of all this of course is to see whether a plant with enough specialized cells would be capable of a life similar to one of the lower orders of primates. Because a plant can support nothing similar to a
Creepypasta: Last RegretsCreepypasta: Last Regrets
“A trial of courage.” Heh. Of all the things you could have been forced to do in order to be accepted as part of the popular crowd.
The phrase itself seems meaningless to you as you advance towards the Heinz family tomb, flashlight trained on the nameplate. Tombs are a common sight in Alpenview, seeing as how the loose earth makes digging graves impractical. A buried casket would shift and eventually be wrenched open by the natural movement of the soil.
You never should have mentioned to your “friends” the rumour you heard that the seal to this tomb had long since been rusted apart, likely as a result of shoddy craftsmanship. Not like anyone would ever notice or complain about the substandard work that went into the construction of this particular tomb.
After all, the whole Heinz family, comprising both parents and all four children, is entombed in there. Their entire household died in a conflagration of a house fire.
As you examine the
Creepypasta: How Blessed to be BlindCreepypasta: How Blessed to be Blind
Is there ever any wonder why we look to the sky?
Search in vain?
Where is God?
We don’t know
We fall in space
We can't look down
Death may come
Peace I have found
What to say?
Am I alive,
Am I asleep?
Or have I died?
- KoRn, “Hollow Life”
Parker Jameson didn’t know quite what to make of all this. He seemed to be floating in a never-ending ocean of black flame, all of humanity suspended there with him. Curiously, the umbral inferno left his flesh and clothing intact, and yet Parker could feel it burning at a more base level, searing into his very soul. Wherever the flames danced they would leave behind scorch marks in his mind in the shape of dead gods with unblinking eyes.
He vaguely recalled a life before this one, and seemed to remember that there had been a world before the oceans of black fire. But it all seemed so
Blackened I remember the world’s reaction when the new land arose from the pounding waters of the sea, a small island barely half the size of New Zealand suddenly appeared in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The island was covered in tall, leafy trees and large, rocky mountains. At first the world was in a mixture of excitement and curiosity, wondering what new adventures the new land held and how it just managed to appear almost overnight with nobody noticing. First there was simply water, and then it was there, land breaking through the water and lying there as if that had been its resting place since Pangaea. Scientists were baffled. Some called it impossible while others searched for a logical explanation to how it came to be.
America was the first nation to send explorers to survey the new land. The explorers had cameras that began filming them as they first stepped foot onto the island, and the cameras sent live footage around the world
Halfassed Micropasta ( Lost mind) Do you ever wake up thinking it was a Tuesday only to be informed it was actually a Thursday with no recognition of the past days? Just little fragments of memories or so you think those are memories of this week. Everyone else just acts normal. Filling you in trying to convince you that you just had a little mind trip and that it really was Thursday, naturally this isn't a big deal since it doesn't affect you. Every day is fairly similar. Part of a schedule you follow.
Do you ever arrive home and take a nice break to release of the struggles you've had this morning? But wait, when your friend, parents, or even co-workers asks you about your day so far did you struggle to remember what did happen? Did you draw a blank?
These are all just little mistakes in our dear program which you unquestionably live by. Glitches in your life we string together into your mind.
Japanese New Year Ritual (creepypasta)There is a ritual that originated in Japan, that allows you to get the answer to any question you ask.
On the last day of the year, do not partake of any food or water for twenty four hours. Do not go outside, and close all of your curtains. Do not sleep, either. At the stroke of ten o'clock, two hours before the new year, you must prepare a fruit basket with exactly one pineapple, three bananas, two apples, and thirty grapes. When you prepare the basket, you must cut your hand and allow yourself to bleed onto the fruit. Make sure you get blood on all of the pieces. Do not close your eyes while doing this. Do not dress your wound.
At the stroke of midnight, you must find the nearest forest, and walk deep into it until you find a clearing. Build a fire, and sit by it with the basket of fruit in front if you. You must sit there, and make sure the fire doesn't go out.
When the time is right, the wise one will appear out of the forest. He will be very tall and thin, almost twice as tall as
Taste of BrewTaste of Brew
Why do they call coffee 'brew'? Read this.
One late evening in August, when the sun began to set, and he had finished an assignment at his flat in the town limits of Arkham, Thomas Radcliffe the day clerk felt a bit worn out and headed out to the local cafe for a cup of coffee.
This writer should warn readers that coffee, anywhere but in Arkham and Salem, Massachusetts, and Providence, Rhode Island, is safe to drink. Thomas lived in Arkham. However he did not think very seriously about coffee anywhere in America.
Thomas wandered over to the cafe and sat at a table for two. The employee headed towards him and asked his order.
"Yes, sir, what'll you have?"
"Espresso with a punch of brown sugar."
The waiter returned to his post and informed the cook of the order. Several minutes later, hot espresso in a standard cup was set on Thomas's table. The waiter watched him lift the cup and asked about the taste. Thomas replied that it tasted rather bitter but he understo
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