| the Portal song :D |
[04 Dec 2007|05:15pm] |
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This Was A Triumph
I'm Making A Note Here:
HUGE SUCCESS
It's hard to overstate
my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there's no sense crying
over every mistake.
You just keep on trying
till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are
Still Alive
I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because
I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data
make a beautiful line.
And we're out of beta.
We're releasing on time.
So I'm GLAD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are
still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else
to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa. . .
THAT WAS A JOKE. HAHA FAT CHANCE.
Anyway. this cake is great.
It's so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
When Theres Science to do.
When I look out there,
it makes me GLAD I'm not you.
I've experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are
still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.
T feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive.
While you're dying I'll be still alive.
And when you're dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE
still alive. . .
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| Maybe you're not going to be the one that kills me |
[30 Nov 2007|07:27pm] |
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All I've been doing is reading articles online for the past 6 months. My screen is always run amok with words, advertisements, and pictures. Their flashing colors and endless streams of text to be pored over a familiarity but not quite a comfort. WoW, deemed an endless cycle of time wastage, is pretty much abandoned.
The blank whiteness of the screen waiting to be filled torments me. It's not writer's block but a certain deadening of myself. I feel as if I have no personality anymore, nor rhetoric or wit to speak of. As in the blinking cursor, as to real life. Words would and do escape, but they amount to nothing of value. I stare at others with nothing to add but empty cliche. I struggle to relate and in sliver of a sliver of a moment, a tiny light blinks on and disappears into the rush of a vortextual being(s). It swallows all and in that moment, you realize you're lost in this place. Everything is real but surreal at once. No mind altering substances involved. Oh wait... life. LOLOL
It feels as if I've lost all that I learned regarding social behavior in the last 2 years (best) of high school. Perhaps I have regressed a little.
This is weird because I'm not really one to obsess about myself, my own feelings, etc. (anymore). I'd rather think about the big picture, I guess.
I really can't seem to take myself seriously. But since I'm not funny anymore (was I ever really? LOLOL) I'm starting to see the point but incurring massive resistance by all parts of me.
It seems that someone here has procured a train whistle and attached it to their car.(??)
I've seen videos on youtube where jerkasses drive by turtling pedestrians and blast them with the sound, causing fluids, fecal matter, or both to involuntarily leak out of orifices.
The people across the street have given their toddler a set of drums. Real freakin drums.
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ENDLESS BANGING HATH ENSUED.
tl;dr would be quite appropriate here. I reserve the right to disorganized ramblings and unlimited comma splices. THIS AIN'T NO EEENG-LEESH EZZAY. :D
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[30 Sep 2007|12:54pm] |
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I'm drifting away from who I am, but once again merging with who I was. Why is it such a constant struggle? Habits look the most appealing when they finally break. Venturing into unknown territory, cap'n.
The vengeance of the FAT STEAMROLLER shall soon be wrought.
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