forty seven

in OLD english! but only the title not the content context or any other c-word that can be used to describe stuff substance or any other source of linguistic matter which usually drives the reason or value of the writing. its usually self indulgance preserveation segregation or observation that drives the need for passing out the will of the host who chooses the format to suite the needs to vent problems procedures or possiblities to whoever they need to want to listen.

just like life

there are so many things that won't matter in 100 years. 50 years. tomorrow. but that doesn't mean they can't be appreciated. there are so many things that arn't original, unique or remotely changing in any facet of life. but that also doesn't mean they can't have relevance, or significance to someone who needs it at the time. were just a freaking blip in existance, with no measure of how long we will be remembered. but that doesn't mean we shouldn't live it for all its worth and cherish what can be remembered, even if we won't be.

please don't read it

tell me your fears. so that i may exploit them in a dramatic make-you-scream-situation.

i am a tree. i am tall. i am full of sap. if you chop me off at my shins i'll bleed. and probably fall down.

seals always pass it on!

smelling is unfair when expecting fresh air but smoke is given
smelling is magical when gas is passed but roses are present
smelling is important when allergies kick in and gas leaks happen and you do nothing because you can't smell because your nose is plugged because of the allergies. Douglas firs. natures unknown murderer.
smelling is clever when adhesive is applied with no nosary reaction
smelling is confusing when pumpkins are smelt in a christmas tree lot
smelling is not as cool as hearing
smelling is a neither a right, nor a privilege, its a medium.

notes have gone downhill due to lack of mental brain power mixed with lacking will power of creativity due to the knowledge of global warming and the genocide of the jews. and fearing for pandas.

miss once, miss twice, miss thrice, oh no!

there comes a time when snow impairs. its usually going fast ye ye. thats almost as embarrassing as my own voice. when it comes to embarrassment, i get it easily. or awkwardly. often a combination of both. parents have a special power to do so quickly and effectively. snarky personal remarks also do well, and someone pointing out my flaws also does it good. nothing like self conciousness and embarrassment to unite together in a marriage of self esteem droppage. but all ends well that starts well *lie* untold or not, it is. big cans of chemical alertness have proceeded through my blood stream and ran them dry... anvils on my eyelids... turtles on my fingers.... hammocks make the best beds... cool.... breezes... ............ ..... charcoal...

the formula(s)

you can date someone thats half your age plus 7. 4 year olds, give yourselves some high fives.

girls = evil because of the whole money thing which i believe to be untrue but have yet to land proof if its truthlessness so the verdict stands. it has to do with money but i'm far to lazy to get it right.

Oswald Chambers + determined Tyler Hochhalter = self spiritual revolution

actually i had a butt ton more, but they vanished into thin air because i made movement. so. i'll give you some well unknown facts:

getting a tetnis shot in the bum originated in 1874, when the disease ran rampant among street dogs with nails in their mouth. the shots did nothing in the arm, as people back then were super skinny, the only place with enough tissue to actually take the needle was the bum. true story.

if you punch an individual in the armpit, they will poop their pants.

it has been said that if you pass gas, and burp at the same time, you will die.
likewise with sneezing and hiccupping.

the only reason we have 5 fingers is because evolution is a scam and God wanted us to have 5 fingers. hahahahhahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahhahaa.

the brown frequency only exists UNDERWATER. thats why it hasn't worked yet.

google, spelled backwards, is satan.

hair is not a right, its a priviledge.

back in the day (which was NOT a wednesday dane cook! it was NOT) the way to get high was exactly the same as it is today. except it wasn't frowned upon. as much. yes it was. MOOT.

leg hair is the endtrails of the head on your hair, making it essentially poop.

betty crocker WAS real, and she DID make excellent pastries! but the food industry couldn't let this out, so she was taken hostage for several weeks, ending in her murder by toucan sam. only david duchovny was able to solve it, but his role in x files brainwashed the memories so uncle ben remains at large.

the only things worse for your body than sugar, is brown sugar.

the reason bad things happen is because we chase God out of our schools and places of work. then we question why he let these things happen without considering how we've shunned him. sin runs rampant because its easier to take than an unconditional love. true story. billy grahams daughter.

its demon hunting time

all the fantastic smut thats offered, the perfect bait. like a fool i wander in, take it, and fully expect to leave without getting screwed. no such dice on this try. how can i leave when i choose to so ignorantly enter? i'll need some help for certain. i've got it, i just need to take it. sometimes the biggest cause for trouble is gravel. you'd think it'd be in the fall, not when its doing what its sposed to be doing but me not wanting it to do so i take my own way which gets me rearlefttireless. in life, in mental state, wallet based influences, and moral indigestion. tion. it can do a lot, it can kill a lot, and it can make the lamest words awesometion. alexisonfire is passing america. good, cuz theres a whole bag of issues i don't have the power to touch yet. new life goals are approaching. i just have to make sure i know who is sending them.

hey. hey snowyass white world.

i only love you because i can escape you.

the most exciting thing i did was peel and orange at 120 km/h. the tongue was happy.

my big red friend, how far we've traveled together... seems like its been forever.. driving into darkness, the road barely seen. the sunset is left behind, and the dawn will appear for us eventually.

my medium sized red friend, what happened to our proximity? this leapfrog through time has left us distanced. ABS, cruise control, service engine soon, but only if you'd like this to continue.

my little red friend, meet my silver enemy. you're still visible with a squint, but dust in the eye is what i'll call you. if the sun you ever became, i wish a cloud over your face to stay clear.

i just wanted an orange!