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Name: emily christyne Country: United States State: Illinois Metro: Carbondale Birthday: 11/22/1988
Interests: music.guitar.singing.fire.motivation.fingerpaint. writing.collages.faeries.spontaniousness.daria reruns.skating.traveling.indie.epiphany.making beats.
abstract.space.concerts.fuse.sparkly objects.people.really loud stereos.apathy.deep conversations.mint oreos.mosh pits.photography.athf.driving.big words.blues.art.neon nailpolish.movies.bonfires.dark humor.punk.snakes.t.s. eliot.deviantart.
buddha.spirits.black.forests. inspiration.sidewalk chalk.laughing. thunderstorms.mittens.learning.culture.slc punk!.mystery...against me!,death cab for cutie, postal service, 3 six mafia, blindeside,something corporate,incubus,janis joplin,social d,rasputina,coldplay,belle & sebastian,elliot smith,misfits,doug deluca,smile empty soul,straylight run,modest mouse,queen,dem franchize boyz,sublime,led zeppelin,tbs,otep,mighty mighty bostones, operation ivy,smashing pumpkins,jurassic 5, 311,a perfect circle,team sleep,billie holiday,emery,deftones,at the drive in,bright eyes,fiona apple... Occupation: Retired Industry: Art
Message: message meEmail: email me AIM: mybeautiflsavior MSN: sunshine511@earthlink.net
Member Since:
9/7/2004
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one day, there was this goat. not just any typical goat- this goat was special. because, you see, mr. goat (if you'd like you can call him turkey) was graced with 6 eyes, vampire teeth(but he only actually bit between the hours of 6 and 8 p.m.), and even was puke brown polka dotted. Now, to the human eye this would be considered a foul animal, distastful and fully grotesque, but in goat world, this (Turkey) was considered to be by far the most pleasing to the eye- the epidemy of beauty. And besides, he had six eyes. Oh yeah, and his thoughts were always in cartoon. Now come on, whats better than Turkey? Which brings me to my story...
Turkey was basking in his beauty one day when suddenly a grasshopper(we'll call him pancake) jumped and landed on one of his hideous polka dots (and this one was shaped like an airplane!) Turkey suddenly becomes enraged. How DARE such a useless and ugly creature land on him!? His mind explodes in animation. He imagines squeezing the living shit out of the ugly bastard between his testicles. And see, in his mind, it was funny- he could, after all, see pancakes eyes multiply in size as they bulged out his head. So Turkey chuckled. And for some reason, at that precise moment, pancake decided to sing. Yes, sing. "Hey! You wanna know my favorite song?" asks pancake excitedly. "Fuck you" was all turkey would say. So pancake breaks out some mike jones. by this time im sure pancake could see the seafoam green anger smoke blasting out of turkey's ears, but he failed to take action and would later pay. Turkey had had enough, so he sucked the grasshopper into his airplane shaped polka dot out to his testicles and squeezed him to death, chuckling once again in immense relief. What he didnt know is that pancake was the genius grasshopper singer. He also didnt know that all nature was watching him and they had planned to later gauge his ears and maybe even eat him alive..with their asses. So Turkey said "fuck it" and took a little round green pill. | | |
| Last night, I caught the moon with spearmint dental floss.
Twice.
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| i dont understand why anyone, anyone, would ever have the desire to buy a pack of lemon flavored eclipse gum. it very highly resembles the taste of a halls cough drop and its just a bad choice. say no. just do it.
inspiration, inspiration, why must it leave so quickly? something happens, i learn, im inspired. consistancy takes place and everything once again takes it's drab perspective. i dont know why i wake up in the mornings. i dont know why i drag myself to school and i dont know why im updating.
sometimes i wish i were ignorant.
but maybe if i wasnt so selfish and unappreciative.
and then i say to myself: i can learn. i can learn from this.
inspiration, enlighten me please.
4:34. too bad time immensly hates me.
on the bright side, it is emily frances's 17th birthday. happy birthday darling, we love you very very very very very very very much!
cheers, anyone? <3
edit:: is it surprising that i only set myself up for heartbreak...again??? | | |
| Its okay because happy people will parade around you and your good news.
Those gleaming faces will taunt you,
And the ignorant souls will praise you.
But is this a support group or constructive criticism?
After all, we are all alone in the end. ----
long time, no update. well, here it is.
too bad ignorance is bliss.
love you all.
someone should call me and that would be super.
<3
edit:: 924-1832
"Beep Click. Just write it on your phone and if anyone asks what it is tell them to shut up."
"Okay. Beep Click? Shutup."
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maybe someday he'll come back...
:(
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