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I rang Domino’s pizza and they put me on hold. So I cried.
It wasn’t like I wanted to, or needed to or anything. I didn’t have a bad day, didn’t fall out with anyone, nothing. It was an amazing day!
I just thought it’d be fun. Y’know, all alone, head in my hand, phone in the other, at a desk in the quiet empty house. I was Portia Coughlan, I was Sarah Jessica Parker, I couldn’t stop laughing for about twenty minutes after I hung up the phone!
Well, nobody wanted to see that chick flick with me. Maybe I’ll go tomorrow with a box of kleenex 
Filed under: Poetry
All we are
Is all I was
Is what we can hope for
All we can learn
Is what we aspire to
All we can acheive
Let’s make our limits
What can be believed
1.
All we are
Is all I was.
Is what we can hope for,
All we can learn.
Is what we aspire to.
All we can acheive.
Let’s make our limits:
What can be believed.
2.
All we are
Is all I was.
Is what we can hope for
All we can learn?
Is what we can aspire to
All we can acheive?
Let’s make our limits.
What can be believed?
Filed under: Poetry
Poem 1:
There are cobwebs behind every picture,
Murky threads and grime.
Clean every day but never touch spiders,
Keep ecosystems in mind.
Once in a while, skim over the errors.
Dirt can be so kind.
Poem 2:
There are cobwebs behind every picture,
Clean every day but never touch spiders,
Once in a while, skim over the errors.
Poem 3:
Murky threads and grime
Keep ecosystems in mind:
Dirt can be so kind.
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Painted nails and split ends- what’s happening?
I am deaf, I am dumb, I am blind, I am small.
Couldn’t be happier.
Last year, I had patience and perseverance. I worked for everything I acheived and we made it.
10 alienations.
9 months before I grew into myself.
8 ‘New Aislings’ later.
7 diary entries.
6 trips.
5 in the circle.
4 fuckups.
3 graduations.
2 ‘end-of-an-era’s.
1 whole entire year.
We killed the ugly, we killed the disease. Got rid of the heartache, and saved me from my own ways. No seriously, this is amazing. If anyone could know what it was like in there… Aw christ.
But it’s all over. The lemonade, the supermacs, and most of all the rough blue carpet.
I’d like to thank the chalky walls and the rough blue carpet, the round windows and the tiny rooms. The difference was everything.
Filed under: rhetorical
I believe that belief will soon be a thing of the past.
That’s not right! It looks like life is heading in the wrong direction sometimes, because the human race has become a human race.
I’m not a competitive person. I don’t like winning or losing. So, what is it to be? Divine or less(which is more than you think)?
Hamlet had it right. Except for the poision, that part was fucked up.
Filed under: rhetorical
Ohh.. So history repeats, does it? After what I know, that you broke scout’s honour, I don’t even know if I want to look you in the face! You told? YOU of all people, told? And then spread rumours?!
Stalker? I ain’t no motherfucking stalker, babe. Just trying to keep a secret. Which seems pointless now anyway. Because I trusted you! Actually, not just you. I trusted so many of ye. Because that is what you do. You trust your best fucking friends! I mean, there’s no bloody way that any of you have any idea of where this puts me, though I say it often enough! It puts me sitting on a fucking couch every fucking Friday because you don’t have the balls to confront me about a few little texts I sent.
I just asked you for the fucking physics homework! Stalker? I am no stalker. Tell you what you are. You’re a cheat. You went back on your word and dragged our friends into this even though nobody had anything to do with it! And I hope you feel sick. I hope that you feel a bit… Green.
You know that it didn’t have to be like this.
Gitaway witcher ’stalker’. And get the fuck away with your promise. It’s broken, anyway.
Pity you don’t have hair for it. You would’ve made a great girl, you little bitch.
Filed under: rhetorical
It’s the only thing that makes me feel a little less than mediocre.
(in the direction of up)
So let’s be a little less similar altogether, a little less kin and a little more kind.
Jesus Christ the days go so so fast- party number eight hasn’t arrived yet, but I’m planning on history striking three times so I’m not classed as the green. Again.
I just need one more chance at this, till I can absolutely definitely say that she is dead.
And nobody will ever know?
We’ll show our souls in the colloquial,
Our hearts are chalked on black,
Our feelings known to one-and-all
And our awkward carved in wax
We can cut and paste and draw and choose
Our insides and our selves,
But when it comes down to it,
Are we all still with the same friends?
Theory A: We find somebody that evolves at the same rate as we do, who sings in the right colour and who draws in the right language. Y’know that acquaintance is a beautiful thing.
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Hey, does anyone remember the time Eamon went on a date with his mam in ‘06?
Just sayin’, it was AWESOME.
Filed under: rhetorical
Hey. I know I could’ve sotally programmo texted or said this t’you or whatever. But writing’s nice! Kinda…
Also, bear with me but I kinda need to be a bit of a faggot for this. To get the point across, obvo!
You will totally, totally make it.
Like, I know that you feel there isn’t enough time, that you could be four different people at any given moment in the future. This is true! But another truth is that you will definitely, definitely, definitely always be thinking the exact same thing. There’ll always be interviews, auditions, competitions, conversations, decisions and total failures you’ll regret. There is absolutely nothing you can do but go with it, accept what makes you happy and change what you don’t!
Not to say that you can’t trust life, or have some faith! Or change completely. You know my philosophy is that the absolute best things happen on a regular basis! Every day, really. You just have to really look for them sometimes.
Oh, another thing we have in common- neither of us will really acheive our dreams.. Not every one of them, anyway. You and I dream far, far, far too much for that! Dreams are overrated, anyway. I know that when I was younger, I never ever ever dreamed of stealing my best friend’s every possession, sleeping on trains or wearing purple dresses, but they’ve been the absolute best things in the history of ever.
So it’s not the goals, it’s not all what you set out to learn but really it’s all about what you’re forced to learn by accident. That’s what sticks forever!
But maybe ’sticks forever’- as in, sticks-and-stones, does more harm than good here. You can lay down what you want your life to be, but always remember that the ability to accept exception is always going to come in handy.
This isn’t a goodbye speech, nothing of the kind. Just a little reassurance that we know that we know changes are coming up fast, but you can always rely on whatever your life’s constants prove themselves to be.
So enjoy yourself, and do the things that matter! You know there isn’t time and space to do it all. Love the things you try, go drink a girl drink (I’m the guy)! Try to laugh it off if you should fall. Set free whatever you want, cause if you think about it you’ve got all the time in your world to do these things. And always remember, that the time of your life should actually turn out to be the time of your life!
And should you need me, you have my word.
Desmond, I’ll be your constant.
