I can't stop tapping my fingers......... Tap tap tap tippidy tap..... It's a sickness of EPIC proportions. But is there an antidote? I think not! early in the morning i stepped into the pleasant and calm computer lab at school. The first thing I ask? How do i become a photogrpaher for the school newspaper??? THE NEXT ANSWER? YES!!!! Yes, yes, yes! WOOOOO HOOOO! Tap tap tap tippidy tap tap tap! YES!







sorry, I'm just a little EXCITED! :P

random pictures

mmmmm yummy
Bonjour, bonsoir, slut, allô, ça va!
Lalalalalalalala land...
Chores... Like the burnt toast to my breakfast...
GIVE ME MY BANANAS!!!!!

Something We Can ALL Agree On...

I've realized now that there is an epidemic going on all around the world... This goes of for all the kids suffering and being punished with a relentless iron fist. There is nothing to look forward to as we walk through our front doors. Just sheet after sheet of pure hatred! What does this show? That we are slaves and were always slaves before we even knew it! The sky has turned bald with the dark forces! Our only ounce of trade is homework and schoolwork! We have nothing to do except for work work work. And I'M TIRED OF IT. We are the junior scribes. Running across a minefield in our bare feet. We won't stop, we CAN'T stop. Even if we feel our lungs drying and dusting... And when we DO get a break it's as simple as the half-eaten loaf on the bare sidewalk! I feel like there's NOTHING LEFT INSIDE ME! It's do this and do that, fix this and fix that. Right now life SUCKS. And my work tainted fingernails are pointed STRAIGHT AT THE SCHOOL SYSTEM!

fantasies....

it's the classic tale of Greek titan vs. Greek God... Cronus versus Zeus... Del Po versus Darth Fed... Del Potro versus Federer! Their straitjacket-tight strings smash those bitty green balls. baapwoo! boopwaa! baapwoo! boopwaa! streeeep! streep! the sounds of the court are never really the same on TV... Zeus zaps with his mighty lightning, Cronus mailing it back with his Dark Sickle... But Cronus's strike rocks Zeus from the ground under him.

Cronus splinters a boulder through the air, crack!, but it is split and cracked into dust by a wall of lightning. One more throw for Cronus, a miss, but no rock was harmed. Civilians of Crete look up in awe as the Gods battle for the role of King. Zeus cracks his lightning again, and Cronus's response lacks power. The bald sky shoots down with claps of fire. A rolling river of sweat streams out of the thousands of resavours on both of their faces. Cronus's strike; a blistering strike with his Sickle, and another boulder is sent flying. Things in Zeus's head were going twice as slow, he grasps more time to concentrate. A swing up with a saber of lightning and the boulder is sent to the ground.

"You do not know the power of the dark side" Darth Fed croaked in a monumental tone. Sparks flew as their sabers cracked.
" No!!" Del Po released an array of attacks. Shoom! Shoom! Both sabers were engulfed into a collage of burning colors. Back and forth the slashes and stabs go. A quick slash up and down, Darth Fed was immediately engulfed in pain. He is slowly being defeated by someone he thought to be younger, and weaker... Darth Fed knows now that he will never win... Slowly raises his one hand and surrenders...

Just some fantasies I have about the US Open Championship.......

silent mornings.......

deserted mornings..... doesn't it happen all the time? to you??? not that I have anything against it... But I'd much rather be with my companions and friends. the morning; the the calm of fall. but it gives me things to do. one day, we'll be able to make the days longer, and the mornings larger. and maybe, just maybe, when the moon drifts away, we'll only have summer... the moon is like the kid who follows the popular kids, they slowly, slowly drift away... the mornings are so calm, they give me many many many trances... that's why in the mornings I talk like this...... and artwork in the morning is nice and quite solitude...





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Still horrified...
still speechless
Still confused...


still paying tribute...

still trying to change with the tides...STILL REMEMBERING

Do They Mean Anything?????`

do they mean anything? or are they completely RANDOM? a picture keeps flashing in my mind: a wild mushroom with large, red grotesque eyes beams and roars down at a pack on wild Native Americans...I only see it through the dry and slightly browning grass. I can't see the wooden spears and arrows stuck in the wild mushroom because they are shaded in by his oak-brown skin. Just another random picture stuck in my mind...

and last night, while the strict part of my mind was at rest, my wild side roamed. But in my dream, I walked under the highway in the middle of the night. Rats scurried to the carcass of a fellow dirt rodent. For some reason I imagine myself in a long brown trench coat, the seams are weaved in leather. and a thickly rimmed hat covers part of my face. But I'm looking at myself from somewhere else, while my body roams in the shadows. With a flash of light-crack!- I'm back, seeing through my own eyes again. I tall skinny figure looms in the single ray of the street light ahead of me. Water tickles my toes, running through the fabric of my sneakers. The constant splish splash of puddle water annoys me. A warning signal went off in my brain. My head snapped to the right, the last I saw of that tall, looming figure, was him melting into mush and sliding down a sewage drain...

"Hello, 911" yawned the opperator. it sounded like he wanted to have better things to do, but didn't.
"Hello? Yes," the words quickly sputtered from my mouth, " someone has melted again," I couldn't grasp for words. I was weary now.
" Ahem, sir? Did you just say that someone melted?" the opperater tried to sound fearless, but he failed.
"ye-ye," deep breaths, I told myself..." yes. Into the drains," -more weariness- " I know his name..."
" can you tell me his name?"
" yes, yes I can..."
"well then sir won't you tell me his name?!"
"yes, yes of course..." The last words were studdered. The next thing I knew, I was reforming from a liquid paste in the dark drains of London...

boom, there goes the summer...

This summer my brain felt like a car with it's back wheels stuck in a crater. Every day I would run the tires as fast as they went, and for a couple of minutes there was a hope of getting out of the crater. But the fact that it was summer degraded my persistence. a lazy day in the pool and a lalala...dancing like a fool and a hahaha...eating all the things i want...one last sliver?...no no i really can't!...... boom, there goes the summer... one last day, i gotta make it good or else that one last sliver won't count. there's a returning favorite, but a mistake by me probably ruined it... boom, there goes the summer...

people aren't just like grapes. They are grapes. Starting off small, supported by stems of life. Growing sweet and delicious. But if they are left to dry up, they will lose everything that was dear to them... And if they are squashed and pressed to much they will become to strong, to unforgiving... But the wine usually only tastes good if it's vintage, left to think in the cellar...
What am I talking about? I don't understand what I'm saying, I'm just too droopy and tired. It's like an epidemic, me and books. I hope you agree. One day I'm going to walk into a book store and see a novel with my name on it...

it was like a fresh and flaky pie. Looking up at me with it's cinnamon apple eyes. I knew what was on the outside, but was the inside worth the wait? hmmm, that sounds good... I picked up up, and gave it to the cashier. yes, i can't wait! Well, I have to say that that was a weird simile for a video game...

i was consumed and digested into the world of Lego people, jumping and propelling Lego light-sabers at each other.... That was why I didn't write much at all, and why I have a new found obsession with Legos...

summers closing up, it's gonna wait another ten months. rusting again through the falling leaves, the snow and rain and thunder. then when summer comes again, it's gonna take me another week to open it for myself...