I just felt compelled to post a bulletin on how much i love you all!!! sure some of you people can be dicks, assholes and bitches but i still love you like Courtney Love's heroin. cool pun there, huh? I also love sleep but it escapes my volatile,atavistic mind. My brain is in a constant state of natation. Redding up the cobwebs from its darker recesses. Decompartmentalizing the mental. Decomparting the compartments. Dealing out the D.E.A. and their D.E.A.-ing. Figure out what that means and get back to me if you think you know what occupies my mind. Now for a fun thought:
Life seems different.
What is that about? I think you all may know but alas I'm just having a really intellectual experience and do not reside in the different space. Whats the beginning of time and the end of the great?
More fun riddles, what can make you happy? i really am unsure of the answer as it is different for everyone. but go have a flow experience and perhaps you will feel it. If you dont, dont blame me. Actually i think im going to to someone something that should elicit some response of some sorts. Perhaps I'll like it and perhaps i won't. But its not whether you win or lose but how you play the game. This should have been a blog and it still may but I am so elated right now and the level my vernacular exemplifies the stratification between my normal mood and the extremely high echelon of emotion egressing my heart to your ears.
Blessed are the beautiful, for they shall inherit the best.
Blessed are the bold, for theirs is the rest.
Blessed is she that recieves the love in my chest.
Blessed be the one that she carressed.
I feel like a kid at a candystore. Now Im off to make a riddle the likes off which will puzzle even the beautiful mind that it intends to influence. Reading this will hopefully realize reciprocity of repressed feelings to yours truly, my dear Russel Crowe. I wish that you want Jim Crow because your beautiful mind is new and one of kind and Jim's is Stevie Wonderfully blind.
I really love everyone right now but mayhaps some can count themselves in the creme de la creme of mi corazon. Te quiero. Tu eres mi querencia. No tengo idea. No tengo tu.
Love, Amour, Amor est vie.
Au revior chere,
Je t'aime.
Prologue
The other night I had an amazing explosion of creative ability. My every thought became rhyme, my every word the page of a story yet untold in every realm save my heart and my mind. A story of heroism, struggles, deeds of kindness, the heart of darkness, the gift of love. For one can not recreate such an event but merely attempt to remembe the impetus of his thought and motivation of his mind. These motviations and impeti all compelling him to a reasonable facsimile of the feelings and thoughts he felt on a cool summer night.
As if somehow the will of God, I could not oppress my mind into the clutches of the sandman. For this night, a great tale would be woven. Lyrically, the afforementioned tale possessed perfect rhyme and reason, meter and measure.
Thus without further ado, I bring you TH's Exclamatory Epic
Part I
He sat thinkin'
Lookin at the grey walls blinkin'
His hope was shrinkin'
But then he saw the lady's soft brown eyes
they caught the squire by surprise
encapsulating every high
every moment passed him by
he knew he couldn't let this moment die
he didn't care his heart might cry
contrarily he wonder why he even try
he aint got a horse thats even fly
He decided to try to meet another lass
That won't make him feel like broken glass
Someone that'll go to mass
This lass reply was crude and crass
yo you can put it in y'ass
He knew the meaning of this fast
The lady with the soft brown eyes
certainly he'd give a try
and he knew exactly why
he was trapped in castle of his mind
about 14 stories high
She was the only was he could get by
For she,
An Angel an' he Alive
He escaped the castle of his fear
at an attempt to hold her dear.
He broke through her defenses to become her peer
but still not close enough to hold her near
like a dragons flame this did sear
every moment would later make a tear
as he was being pulled back to the castle of fear
the muses plan he did hear
He'd go after her with a yellow rose
On the eve of St. Valentine's throws
Fear had kept him on is toes
as any knight would often know
He waited to fire his heartstring bow
Ready to hit, sitting in the front row
Admiring her beautiful mind like Russel Crow
His heart dutiful like Jim Crow
She stood high, he low
Then he gave the rose.
She embraced him, "thats sweet you know"
He left higher than befo'
Higher than old Jim Crow
She left 2 fortnights later
Suddenly he didnt feel no greater
The Castle's pull got greater.
He wished he could replace her
Or let his presence grace her
Just once face her
His heart bleeding in the castle cut by a razor.
He accepted his fate or
Didnt let it entangle him in a maze or
little did he know he was still a page or
rather not a knight.
Part II
She was gone
The press was on
Missing a bond
With she whom he was fond
He couldnt be rescued by a random blonde
The Castle sinking to the bottom of a pond
He wiped the walls
Answered no calls
Fearing a fall
He didnt realize he had no hope at all
But still out he did crawl
Wanting it all
Maybe a princess or a Princess doll
He want to the mall
Then he saw her, the girl with it all
His squire would later recount the tale for Talib the Tall
Donning his armor: charm and a drawl
With a voice full of gall
"Its been a while"
She replied "Now I live in Kamal"
Not since Saint Patricks had he seen her he recalled,
She said "See ya later y'all"
His squire would later recount the tale for Talib the Tall
Recounting how he dropped the ball
Not with the princess doll
but rather the Princess from Kamal
The lady with soft brown eyes
they caught his squire by surprise
encapsulating every Talib's high
every moment passed him by
he didnt know he let this moment die
he didnt know his heart would cry
contrarily he wondered why about his try
he still aint got a horse thats even fly
He watched a great fight
Of his favorite knights
Who fought under Saturday knight lights
It didnt come out right
They lost the fight
Just like he without the girl with soft brown eyes
He knew he and her would never get right
But from time to time he tried
Like a bull in Spain
He'd not see victory rains
only the losing pain
Hoping for a potential gain
With the soft brown-eyed dame
Maybe never seeing her again
So back to his Castle broken and maimed
Tamed and Ashamed
Wondering if he'd lose all of his games
She had hair like a flag furled
Plenty urban, plenty rural
But to him she didnt mean world.
The end of the year
brought some hope to the castle of Fear
Music to his deaf ears
Like a taste of fresh beer
But still he didnt have the Princess near
And his plan was not clear
Part III
The knight passed over the summer
His heart felt a bummer
He drank rum or,
how he failed to become her
good friend or even lover
Keepin his emotion on the under
The beating his heart sounded like thunder
The castle and he blown asunder
Incapable to wonder
Knowing he made no blunder
His brain still not able to ponder
He wished to walk among her
He wanted to be her lover
He decided to tell her how he feel
His skin crawling like an eel
Under a castle of steel
Water New Orleans deep
His heart almost ready to be reaped
The depth of water not to be peeped
Not enough breath could be keeped
for him to escape the deep
He finally succeed, armor seeped
He approached her, went and kneed
Told her she was what he need
But she aint down with what he be
Y'aint gonna get with me
Crushing was her decree
Like a catapult made by she
with a missile weighing 803
So he sought a magic tree
made him feel just like she
a heart shaped type key
Even if it cost a fee
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