Dancing with myself

My feild of gold supplys ever so often the purest hope and desires of thoose around me.
Thyne field of gold insipires thee to transform ones self to be the greatest any man can be!
HIZZAH GOLD FIELD! HIZZAH!
The Lord hath cast a spell like no other, those who look upon us now will see nothing but a gold kingdom of holy wisdom and brotherhood.

DEvone
Sam

Time

Right in the chicklets!

I like me some aviators, okay?

random word bank for this evening, actually an o.k. brain warmup(for what I don't know):

tool-usine-charm-frolick-full mask-infinitie-monster-o'neil-natalie-lasvegas-glorifyed-purpose-tulip-ant-sky-jesus-tooth-mango-fiddle-bloody-suspension-whistler-spellingB-night-yarn-flannel-europe-jannet-octa-friend.

I'm so brain dead... on account of-->

Things to do::

1) World Lit essay. Antigone + Nora Helmer

2) Read my translated version of "La Guerre, Yes sir!"(I am actually so pleased to have the precious opportunity of holding such a rare entity that is this particular translated french book. It was a quest like no other, one which involved huge machines of titanium and weathered leather. Beasts that frequently migrate from the dark empress to the light and clearer eternity city of light. These expadentionally different areas have proven to me to be so very different. The man with no arm and native features whispers wisdom through out the dark shadows of what the villagers call AM TEE ES centre. The hollow sound of a lost tiring roaming beasts fill the heart of this infinite of sound. My sack of golden tokens clang and shout in my silk gathering bag. One enormous and intimidating beast slows it's travelling speed to glare me in the eye. A orange spasm of unledgeabal symbols meet me face to face. The fiery crystals of that one pupil, the horrid pupil. My fear matures and gathers like the sweat at the bottom of my everlasting soul. A treacherous screech beacons from this imperious thing, the shine of flame and tarnished metauxs flaunt in my direction. Forsaken life, hellfire purest hatred! Cast this beast away from thee!, Next, the ridiculous happening. Gods breathed the holy angel love into the beast spirit. A savior, the great jaw unhinged and let the heat and light pour out of it's soul. Opening to the dark entities, vulnerable to whoever the universe decides to enter. The name of Zeus still goes untarnished!, Thou hast saved me dear holy king of kings. The warmth of this great beast comes at a certain price. The tokens in my small silk sack are all required. A small sacrifice resulting in pure protection and wholesome transportation from the beast. A simple trade, for godly opportunities.)

3)(DONE THIS), Geo revision, GIVE ME A GOOD MARK. I'm sick of these D's and C's.

4) paint my nailys..=)

5) Call me baay

menace

Hi native
Hi surbian

My friends are lovely. And so are TCBY's which I am craving at the moment.
Libraryies smell like crabby bitch ladies that smell like overdue books and orange choclat.
Eraser puzzles, and burton hats. It tastes like hangnails and laberynth of printed colored paper. Feilds of song. And paris awaits. I'm supposed to be going in 2010. correction: I AM going.
i just need the $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
lord above I pray to you. Give me thyne blessing of cash monay.
I'll save up.
But at the moment Zuuult and Tuuult need my attention and my imput on not-so-simulating conversation.
I also need to get the anchors outta my pants and get a going on that there History project.
Hurray for Burton Cummings



































Zlata says can't spell

and here we go

Hello and welcome from the forth demension.
It's odd really. How I get all theese thoughts on what to say in my blog, then the second I make a point to write it all down into a formatted paragraph, the aspects of thought and electricity have ceased to connect brain palates to tissues into thyne altered skull. kidding, I'm not that much of a freakazoid. Wow, really am I in 4th grade.
mauturin' it up, Im seriously sorry about theese blogs. They have been having no point at all lately. Just havent feelt very creative in a long lasting while. Even playing music is becoming a chore..
how can school be so demanding and hecktick. Im actually understanding math.
Academic: 100
Sam: 1
yes.
99 to go.
me and School meet up in a basement of a bar one night. Lit by one column of light ovaling the center of the floor. Cracks magnyfied, blood stains; fresh. A circle of foul enimies, and strangers stand at the edge of vengance. Clean angel faces, curious. Shineing in a comparisson to the dirtied slaughter of witch is fight. Club.
school would beat my ass to a pulp.

I've been reading Chuck Plack-en-nutien or however you corectly spell his name... alot.
anyhow, good author. love his stuff. probally gonna use my 30$ gift cert to chapters on him..
Wish I had an once of writing skills.
mabye then I wouldn't have a 65% average in english labadooly

and also, on a much darker note.
a break has begun, a change .. lets see how this goes.
also,
this font is new,
a different type of change perhaps.

Free

I have so many things i want to say to your face. you won't like them. I won't either.

I hate you and your god damn minupulative ways. somehow you twist and twist theese things so tight that they break off into a bloody mess. You absoulutly sicken me on every level. I myself am overexaggerating this.

But at least I don't overexagerat ever moment that happens. I hate that aspect of a personality. I can't deal anymore

I'll I want is to be free.

the sole thing I miss at this moment.

I hate this.please let me be free.no more disrespect from somone who says he loves me. no more. I don't deserve it. No body does.

I need an epiphany.

,an escape