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Love
Love, for some people is like walking around in a dark room full of furniture, sooner or later theyre going to bump into it whether they want to or not. They might or might not get a bump or a scratch, but since this is love were talking about bumping into, I guess its worth it.
For some people, love finding love is like going to the moon. With a lot of hard work, determination, and practice, practice, practice, they can do, er, get it!
But for some people, love is like a star in the sky. Beautiful, bright, twinkly, and totally out of reach. These people can fight their fate or they want, but nothing they can do can change a thing. Unless, of course, they get hit on the head with a shooting star or something. Of course, if I got hit on the head by a shooting star, Id have to kick its ass, but, well, thats just me.
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Hearts
Some people keep their hearts all locked up inside of them, where no one can see them. Some people wear their hearts on their sleeves, out in the open, there for the world to stare at. When you wear your heart on your sleeve, it will probably have many mosquito bites by the time you finally keel over. On the other hand, if your heart is on your sleeve, whenever somebody ticks you off, you can just pick it up and beat the ever-loving shit outta them with it. Too many people are so outta touch with themselves, that when the time comes for them to state their opinion they have no idea exactly what their opinion is and they must look to some shallow little loser to tell them what to think. This is stupid. Why look to some shallow moron for an opinion when you can look to me?
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Souls
Souls are like a whole bunch of screen doors. The closer you are to a person, the more doors they have open for you. Sometimes they just have the curtain pulled back so you can see inside, but you cant do anything about it. Sometimes you think the door is open, but when you try to go in, you bang your face on the door and break your nose.
Hope
Hope is like a fragile little bubble that can be easily popped by the gentlest of winds and the tiniest of twigs but is very hard to blow. (Hmm, that didn't sound quite right.) Hope is very floaty and hopey and I sound like a babbling idiot but I'm not just any babbling idiot, I'm a HOPEFUL babbling idiot.
A Poem
A pretty yellow butterfly
Flew amongst the clear blue sky
His wings of gold caught my green eyes
Whilst the tee-ball came flying high
I gazed upon this bug for awhile
Then the tee-ball bonked my head and wiped away my smile
Being the young little girl I was I cried and cried
I cried because I could no longer see the butterfly
But nowadays as a sexy teen
I think about about that immature scene
And it makes me smile for awhile
Because that lil bug of gold
That I once saw in days of old
Got me bonked on the head by a Tee-Ball
And because I was wounded I was given treats by one and all
Ode To Chips and Dip
Chip
Dip
Chip in Dip
Dip on Chip
Chip and Dip
Chip and Dip meet hungry Lip
Chip and Dip by intestines are Sipped
I think my sanity has been Tipped
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Thoughts
Everyone thinks thoughts. But we very seldom remember them. Just today I was remembering stuff that I did when I relized I couldn't remember what I was thinking. Maybe I've never had a thought before in my life only I didn't know it. Maybe I'm not thinking now, maybe I'm just typing stuff and I don't know what I'm typing or that I'm even typing because I can't think. Maybe you're the only one in the whole world who has any thoughts at all only you don't know it because everyone around you only ACTS like they're thinking. But they're not. Maybe I'm wasting my time. Maybe I need to get a life. Maybe it doesn't matter one way or another. Maybe it does.
Time Travel
Time travel is very complex. I think that you cannot travel into the past because the past has already happened and you of the future was not in the past so therefore (0o0o0o0 big word) you of the future can never be in the past. If you were to attempt time travel into the past you would either cease to exist, be transported into another dimension where space and time have no meaning and be allowed to look into the past but not particpate in it in any way shape or form and be unable to exit this dimension in any time but the future or the present, or you might just plain fail. Time travel into the future however (another big annoying word) might be very possible on accounta right now as we speak we are going frum present to future. That sentence you read right up there ^, u read it in the past. Now you are in the present, and soon you will be in what was just a word or two ago the future but now that you are here it is the present. You cannot be in the future, but you can go from one present to another simply by existing or maybe by inventing a time machine to go to the future. However, once you are in the future you cannot go back to what was your prsent because it will then be the past and as I explained earlier, time travel to the past is impossible. Maybe I'm entirely wrong and people of the future will read this and laugh. I don't care. =:P |