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 Shit yo. My name is Facacta and I'm rockin' the mic, Rockin' the mic like a trailor dyke rocks a mullet, right? Some dudes be droppin' knowledge Some dudes be droppin' science But I be droppin' shit that make Einstien jealous Like my man the Hebrew Hammer I'm the hardest hittin' Heeb This side of Tel Aviv Whoa...apparently I'm Jewish by birth and at heart.  'Plaid Fad' 2.10.05  
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Back so soon. For those of you who navigate here every now and then, this is the new site: ---Gone again, I swear. For PigglyWiggly-- Hello Old blog, It has been a long while since I've unloaded on you. Or UPloaded for that matter. Ohhhhhh snap. Haha. Yeah well.... Actually, this is not my intention tonight either (sorry). I was reading through your posts and have come to realize how much I have grown, and how much the people around me have changed in 4 years. My situation in ways, has not varied. But my solutions and the way in which I handle it, has. And drastically. I was very fascinated with my own death throughout these pages. At the time, it never seemed like a plea for help or attention, it was something I thought and merely expressed. In retrospect, and through careful review with furrowed brow, I actually began to worry about my old self. How had I not seen how emotionally fixated I was. Then I came to the further realization that I have made it 4 years past this mark, and if I can live through the years where death was a daily thought, I can live through these times when my constant thoughts are how long my work shift is. It is so funny how the things that once crowded your mind dissipate, and are replaced by other things. Anyway, Blog, I thought I would once again visit and breathe life in to a new post which I will send into my well-tucked away Chicken Palace. Which, PS, is the name I give to the place I store memories and tid bits I am too "chicken" to face. Hence the name. Haha yeah, I know, what a clever 15 year old I was! I have now found another residence for my thoughts-- more well suited for my current lifestyle and much more public. I have no ability to hide from my own thoughts if everyone else around me knows them too. It provokes discussion, you see. Well, I am off to sleep, occupied with thoughts of tomorrow instead of 80 years down the road :] Maybe I will pay homage again soon. Goodbye for now.
Self explanatory...(and the lazy way out)
hahahaha  Wha ha ha ha! No one can stop me and my precious hurricane!" "Mr. President. I'm afraid that Rita is more powerful than we thought."  "o rly? How so?" "It appears she has powered herself up to a catagory five and is proceeding to take over the lower region of the united states." "Ha ha ha ha! Soon the Unites States shall belong to me!"  "..." "Mr President?..."  "Send in the Power Rangers" *Power Rangers Theme* "Good luck, Rangers" "What?! The Power Rangers?!"  Red Ranger: "Alright guys! Let's stop this witch!"Rest: "Right!"   "You won't beat me and my hurricane!" "Hurricane?"  "WTF?"  "Use your Dragonzord!!"  "I likes Dragonzord." "ROOOOOOAAARRRRZZZ!!!!11one!1" "Oh noes!" "Mr. President I believe we are winning!"   "I can't watch!!!" "Ha Ha, Dragonzord is no match for my Category 5 Hurricane!"  "I believe in you, Power Rangers." "R-ROARZ! Dragonzord can't take anymore!" "Shall we evacuate the Gulf Coast Mr. President?"  "No. No. Wait until the Power Rangers unleash their weapons of mass destruction."  "But sir, wouldn't that still cost us thousands of lives?"  "Boy I'll tell ya that pink one, aint she a cutey?" "Ready to give up the United states to me?!?"  "..." "Well, are you?"  "...""...???" "..." "...???!!!"  "..." "...?!?!?!!!" Cheney: "No."  "NO!!!" "Only I can sentence the citizens of Texas to death."  "Send all available troops to the Gulf Coast immediately to assist the Power Rangers."  "Sir, everyone's fighting Iraq right now." "Boy I'll tell ya that pink one, aint she a cutey?" Red Ranger: "Crap, we're all doomed" "Sergent, lik, what's the status?"  Sergent: "Seems like the hurricane is approaching. The Power Rangers deployed their Megazord by the coast, sir." "Oh Snapz! Megaz0rz Go!!!"   "Sir, is the Megazord enuff?"  "You underes...under-est...und...undesti...condemn teh Power Ranj0rz? You sir are stripped of your rank!"   Red Ranger: "Alright guys. Let's tame this hurricane!" "Not so fast, Rangers! Goldar! Go and protect my hurricane!"  "I like gooooooooooooold."   *Who0o0o0o0o0o0o0osh* "May god save America...!"  Tiger Woods: "y hullo Mr. Pres. Wana gawlf? lolololo" "HECKS YEAH!"  Bush: "g2g brb"  "...eff?" All: "The president is LEAVING?"  "George Bush doesn't care about Black Rangers!"  hmm...guess it's up to me." "Hecko, Cali?" Later that day... All in Megazord: "Who the heck?!"  "yaa, zee whit housse cawled mee. Look liek yoo Powaa Rawingaz neeed heckp."  "Hasta La Vista, Rita!"
Don't read into it too much, it was on a whim. Sealed Shut I'll pity you into thinking that your orange nailpolish, swirls and falls into red, that your toothbrush vibrates lovely tunes into your head. I'll pity you into believing that your desk, brings the doves home to play, and that today the sun's shimmering rays, brought your dead daughter back to stay. I'll rhyme complete non-sense, just to see your foul smile. But tell me love, does it make you happy when I flash my false teeth, sing in a sour falcetto just to please? What about me too? I'll sing you petty lullabyes about how this is our pefect world. I'll sing you a verse, and hand you pearls. I'll make the world rhyme. Rhythmic, pit-pit pattering. The rain will never hit a sour note, for my dear, I'd rather slit my wrists than hear you frown. I'd rather gouge my eyes, than see you scream. And all the non-sense that makes you, you, I'll write it down in a meaningless poem and seal it closed. All the stupid shit that makes us, us, I'll cage it next to an open window. Let's hope that the cool draft drowns our dying flame. Let's pray that your god lets you waste away, because what a pity it would be if you lived another day. What a pity it would be, if you and I were here to stay. And here's a poem for you, filled with non-sense to pull you from being blue. So read it my dear, and tell me what it means to you. Can you see between the lines? My hatred for you. I'd slit my wrists to keep you from crying, if it pains you to see the blood my love, then kill yourself too, because it never stops flowing in the abyss of today, and the way you screamed when the doves came flying our way...I'm horrifed by what you look like at two in the morning, but I'll glorify your presence to keep that foul smile. Because I live for everyone else except me. Would you do the honor of slowly slitting my throat instead? It's the only token I ask for, after making your life so perfect. It's the only thing needed to keep my false smile in tact.
:-P ...I guess you're kinda scarred now too. WTF??? My god, I'm fuckin' scarred.
Jesus Lovers....>.
http://objective.jesussave.us/kidz.html Click on the link, and tell me it's the worst thing you've seen. Hott damn I got heated when I read that. Make sure you actually play the little games they give you. It adds to the pissed-ness. Man...
Untitled. I carry the sand. Shifting, sinking, gritty grains. Discolored, multicolored, lodged and embedded in my brain. I carry boulders on my shoulders. My shoulders are no holders for boulders, but for sand. Almost weightless, but when sand is struck with lightening it turns to glass. Translucent, imperfect, prismatic. Stained, still gritty, hot sticky glass. Deranged. Spray paint cans, strewn on the ground. Paint it black. Colorless. Paint it white. Mix the colors of the rainbow. Painted, melted sand. Sit your glass statue on the mantel. Let the dust fall, sink, settle. Turn off your display lights; leave the chaos in the dark. I carry a vivid recording of the Loon’s sad moan. Echoing over white crests, sullen mountains breasts, in through the sill of a Windex washed window. Hop on. Come take a spin. I’ll give you a piggyback ride. Don’t forget to take your luggage with you when you leave. My lost and found is quite full, thank you. I’d appreciate it if you took some baggage with you. I’m more than willing to donate it. Maybe the unicorns could use some glass. There’s no point in trying to sell it. Scaling the beach. Shoes laced tight, sun shining where the sky meets sea, beyond the horizon, the unicorns frolic. I’m sorry for causing your plight. Keep distance. Safe, cold, dark, shivering, trembling, Unicorn. Stay well. Hide from the sand, floating on subtle winds. Hide from gnarled hands, from whittling away at glass with a plastic knife. Keep safe in your bubble wrap. Stay still, lay motionless. Don’t inhale as the sea of sand washes over your body, as the shards of glass pierce skin. Stay quiet when around me. Cover your ears, cover your heart, and don’t let me in. Let the dust settle, then brush me off. I carry your silly smile around in my breast pocket. Pocket protector keeps it from leaking onto my clothes, seeping into my skin. Infectious ink. I keep your intolerable, silly smile buried in the sand. Standing motionless on my mantel, left in the dark. Your chaotic, squeamish moment of happiness, I gave to you as a gift, with false teeth, perfectly poised lips. My genuinely loving gesture, in return you came and built sandcastles with me. I watched you sculpt, mold, perfect towers, small plastic red shovel in hand. Splatter paint. Finger paint. Composed by the devil’s second grade student, Love. I love you so much, I’ll give you the pain of the world, drag you through thick mud, quick sand, then strike you with lightening. Little painted figurines. But careful, little smiling Unicorn, a dust storm’s coming, the sand seeps through thin cracks. Hop off. Leave me with manifestos of “How To”. Leave me with charred glass. Leave me with school. Cut my umbilical cord, sever all newborn nutrition and leave me to the devil’s student, so I may carry the sand of the world, and the Loon’s distant loving cry. -------- Okay...so yeah. Some of this I've used before, eh. Like...the boulders line. But besides that, it's all new. Umm...yah. There's nothing much to say. Take it as it is...
Bah-Humbug. Take my radio to bathe with you...plugged in and ready to fall. Gah. Alkaline Trio was awesome last night. Got back at 11ish. Stopped some gay fuck from beating the hell out of some kid who was rockin' out next to me. Hmm..yeah. Saw Dennis, which was exciting. Man...I miss him sooooo much. haha...he got taller...and...Wow. He looks less like the Dennis I used to know. But I haven't seen him since the end of last school year, so I guess I can't expect much less. Said hi to Allie between shows. She kinda brushed me off. I don't blame her...*shrug* What ever... I've been singing Alk3 since last night. Had a fucked up dream about it. =P Hmm..nothing else is new. Exhibitions went well. Six Flags trip on Saturday. Mother's Day on Sunday...which SUCKS, by the way. ...ugghhhhhhh. -.- I don't like Mother's Day anymore. Yah...so anyways. -.- Um...Saw Ana tuesday, yay. Seeing her again Friday night, possibly. Who knows. Summer is very uncertain...I cancelled a lot of plans to make room for possible plans, which I'm not even sure are gonna happen, getting my family pissed at me, and postponing seeing friends and getting jobs, as well as art classes and other various things. I did the same thing last summer...my possible plans fell through for reasons beyond me, and blah blah blah. Basically...I hope all goes over well. Gah. I miss you...
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