posted by psychobabbler @ 1:11 PM
Go Inside My Mind
Monday, May 30, 2005
life after her
She got more confident the more she repeated it. The more she said it, the more torn my heart became. Tears felt warm down my cheeks, as if to comfort me from this cold cold world. In the card game of life, I am fucking solitaire.Sleep it off. The sun that awakens you will be tbe beacon of rebirth. Be stronger than your will allows you to be. If letting go was the test, I'm failing miserably. Traditions are being missed, when change is in style.
posted by psychobabbler @ 11:38 AM
Friday, May 27, 2005
Geeks Gone Wild
I have no freaking clue. I'm making this up as I go along. It's probably only funny in my head. I also am posting it at 4:00 am, so keep that in mind too!Geek 1: Hey you know a good place to leech off a fast connection?
Geek 2: There's this coffee shop in melville that has a wicked fast wi-fi connection.
Geek 3: That's an hour from here.
Geek 2: But just think about our latency speeds when we play warcraft
Geek 3: Maybe we'll win this time!
Geek 1: Haha yeah right
Geek 2: How will we get there though?
Geek 3: We could take the bus
Geek 1: I spent all my money on Pop rocks
Geek 3: No offense Geek 2 but maybe you could pretend you're retarded.
Geek 2: Very funny wiseguy, what's the point? do retards get on for free?
Geek 1: *shrugs*
Geek 3: They should, they have a hard enough life as it is!
Geek 1: Okay I got it!. Geek 2 you start arguing with the bus driver, and we'll sneak through the back.
Geek 3: Haha *snort* that's a nifty diversion!
Geek 1: I got the idea from scene 643 of Return of the king
Geek 3: So will you do it Geek 2
Geek 2: Okay, but you owe me for this.
To be continued.... or will it....just wait and see.....but maybe you shouldn't wait, because maybe it won't happen and then you'll be waiting for a really long time...or maybe not.
Brought to you by Pop Rocks. Once you Pop you can't stop!
Hey that's my slogan!Why so it is, can I use it? I actually have the word pop in my nameI'll let you have it this one time, if you promise to touch me in my private areaWell that just came out of left field. Fine there I did it.
*giggles* Oh, once you pop you know you can't stop!You're a sick motherfucker!Thursday, May 26, 2005
I'm sitting by the window, trying to figure out my next move. The red flourescent that glared into my eyes, said I was staying at the HOT L. If I was here a few years ago I bet that sign woulda said something else. I have a lot of catching up to do. I owe her something, something big. she needs to know i'm serious this time around.
Work in progress
posted by psychobabbler @ 3:52 AM
Dear Abbygail,
It might seem strange to be getting this letter from me, seeing how we recently met and all. You're the only person I can talk to lately. Every night, I look forward to those sparkling eyes of yours. They make up for the shit I have to deal with throughout my day. Things have been rough for me, but lately everything just clicked. You brushed me off a few times before, but I know i'm growing on you. When you provided me with my bill the other night, you smiled like you loved me. I imagined you did. You're more than just a waitress to me, you're a fucking angel. I'm sorry for swearing, I just can't help it. You're the only thing I've been holding on to these past few weeks.
I really want you to know how serious I am. I'm writing you this letter just to let you know that there's no need to worry about me. It's about time something happened, I just have to be the one to get it moving. My life felt wasted until now. Every day when I look in the mirror, I don't recognize my reflection. It's just a chiseled face hardened by hatred. They built me to be a killing machine. I need you abby, you make me feel like a fucking human again.
I don't think you even know my name. In time you will. I think back to my years serving this infested waste of country. Look what I helped to build abby. Back then, my seargent called me by my last name, as if that's all he knew. He hated me. Today everyone only knows me by my first. Nothing's changed though, they hate me too. By tommorow, the world will know me by my full name, and i'll be loved by all, but most important by you.
Work in progress
posted by psychobabbler @ 3:52 AM
Monday, May 23, 2005
11:11
posted by psychobabbler @ 11:11 PM
Saturday, May 21, 2005
I can't tell you how the words have made me feel
one more time,
i have crossed the line
now you wont be mine
anymore
one more dream
vanished up in smoke
now i have no hope
anymore
let it go,
the damage in your heart
let it go,
the damage in your heart
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
one more tear, falling down your face
doesnt mean that much
to the world
one more loss
itll lose in life
doesnt hurt so bad
anymore
let it go,
the damage in your heart
let it go,
the damage in your heart
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
one more tear, falling down your face
doesnt mean that much
to the world
let it go,
the damage in your heart
let it go,
the damage in your heart
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
i cant tell you, i cant tell you
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
Singer: Weezer
Song: The Damage in Your Heart
Album: Make Believe
posted by psychobabbler @ 6:06 PM
i have crossed the line
now you wont be mine
anymore
one more dream
vanished up in smoke
now i have no hope
anymore
let it go,
the damage in your heart
let it go,
the damage in your heart
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
one more tear, falling down your face
doesnt mean that much
to the world
one more loss
itll lose in life
doesnt hurt so bad
anymore
let it go,
the damage in your heart
let it go,
the damage in your heart
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
one more tear, falling down your face
doesnt mean that much
to the world
let it go,
the damage in your heart
let it go,
the damage in your heart
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
i cant tell you, i cant tell you
i cant tell you how the words have made me feel
Singer: Weezer
Song: The Damage in Your Heart
Album: Make Believe
The Barometer's Rising
She's sleeping, somewhere up there. Tommorow she'll be closer to me, yet still miles beyond reach. It's been years and i haven't gotten closer. Not mentally, not emotionally, and certainly not physically. I finally showed her my true face, after hiding behind masks. She begged to see me, she knew more than anyone else that there was beauty underneath this monster. I was disguised for too long, yet in an instant I flooded her with happiness. It left me feeling open, vulnerable to her. I couldn't let that happen, so I put on a different face and made her cry again. posted by psychobabbler @ 2:52 AMFriday, May 20, 2005
Our Evil Empire
Scroll down for a special message after my review:
So last night I saw Star Wars: Episode III. I've seen the original trilogy and I thought the mood was dark then. I didn't think Lucas could create an even darker atmosphere than that. The film starts off with a bang, as the audience is thrown right into the middle of a space battle. After this, everything goes a bit more slowly and I must say I wasn't that interested in it. There was a lot of drama between Padme and Anakin, and a bit too much mushiness for my taste. I like romance to be more subtle, like the original movies because it takes away from the sci-fi genre (especially for this film). The film is building up and I'm patiently waiting for it to get better, and then it happens. The transformation from Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader was simply incredible to watch. It was what I paid for, it had me literally at the edge of my seat for the last 40 minutes. After the movie ended I had a feeling closure for this great epic, yet it left me wanting so much more. The prequels could not compare with the originals, even if we all wanted them too. Whether it was too much CGI, bad acting, lackluster plots or a combination of these, it just ddn't give you that "warm fuzzy feeling" like the originals did. The last 40 minutes of Revenge of the Sith not only saved this movie, but in a way redeemed Lucas for a lot of the mishaps he has done with these prequels.
Movie as a whole: ***
Last 40 minutes (or so): ****
On a final note, as I was walking out of the theatre a man was handing out these papers. I took a glimpse at it, but I didn't pay any attention to it. When I was on the train I decided to look at it, and it basically compared the Star Wars to our current situations in the world. The movie itself also seemed to be throwing punches at Bush. I'll post it here for you to read:
The Dark SideIt seems that in the times we live in Star Wars reflects a great deal of our world. If you look at our situation in Iraq you can see the Empire in full effect. Unfortunately we are part of the Empire. Bush Vader wants the entire world and all its natural resources to himself. This is for real and guess what? last months military's recruitment rate came up 43 percent short of there expected figures. I smell a draft coming so if you ever wanted to be a storm trooper your wish will soon be granted. In Star Wars we have the Empire and the Rebel Alliance. I urge you to become part of a true rebel alliance. If you can focus as much time and money on a fictional war then you have no excuses not to spend it on a real war which very soon you may be part of. Do not turn to the dark side of the force.
Links:
Troopsoutnow.org
unitedforpeace.org
Thursday, May 19, 2005
In a Galaxy, Far Far Away
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Somewhere around the world, someone would love to have my first world problems.
I'm sitting here, surfing the internet on a broadband connection, listening to my 5-disc surround sound stereo and wondering what color ipod I should buy. There's something wrong with that. I'm so concered with entertaining my self, that I forget about everyone else around the world. We've all taken so much for granted, and still will. I feel it's inevitable in the type of society we live in. We almost have to force ourselves to have greater awareness of worldy issues and those who don't have an ounce of the things that we have here. The food we scrape off our plates and throw into the trash, is a poor mans feast. I believe it's never too late to start helping, so stop isolating yourself from everyone else, and extend your hand. posted by psychobabbler @ 6:24 PM
Monday, May 16, 2005
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Star crossed lovers
He moves, she smothers
She expresses love, he talks of others
He leaves, she says hello
She's clinging, he's letting go
She begs for one more day, he quietly looks away
He starts walking, She starts to pray
She stops talking, her arms start to sway.
He starts to run, she begins to chase
He said this is fun, her head lowers in disgrace.
Her patience now thinning, He ran till it was dawn
He looked back grinning, until he realized she was gone.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
y'all come back now y'hear
Your Linguistic Profile: |
55% General American English |
35% Yankee |
10% Dixie |
0% Midwestern |
0% Upper Midwestern |
posted by psychobabbler @ 4:37 PM
Friday, May 06, 2005
Kingdom of Heaven
*** posted by psychobabbler @ 9:58 PM
Thursday, May 05, 2005
These Automatic Flowers Won't Do
I got home just in time to see her. She was doing the same thing she's been doing for the past three days. Pulling out the petals one by one from the multiude of bouquets at her disposal. She stares out the window and I quickly hide behind my curtains, hoping she won't see me looking at her. She's looking in my direction, yet she's not really looking at all. Her eyes, lifeless as always, stare out as though lost in a fog. I want to help her, I want to make her happy again. I always thought she was love sick, pulling flowers out in a "he loves me, he loves me not" fashion. I never seen her whole face until now, she wanted me to see. I stepped back a few steps, taken by suprise. She wasn't lovesick at all, she just wanted to destroy something beautiful, just like he did to her.
posted by psychobabbler @ 5:45 PM
The nights are mine, in this insomniac city
Sitting in this chair, glancing over at my bed. Wondering why I'm spending more time in one and not the other. My fingers and brain need to cooperate more often. If they do, then all the greatness my mind sees for me will transfer to this page. All I have are unfinished ideas waiting for me to stop being afraid. I can think back to days when it all came out so easily. You couldn't provide me with enough paper, for me to fill with every creative thought I had in me. From poems to raps, and from paintings to screenplays. I miss the inspiration I provided myself back then, but I know it's still there. I just have to let go. posted by psychobabbler @ 3:07 AMTuesday, May 03, 2005
Her snow white face shined so bright, even though I could only see parts of it.
She was there just when I needed her, providing the light that helped me get through this night.
Sometimes I'd run away, trying to escape everything, but she followed me no matter what.
She looked over me, as I slowly went to sleep.
By morning she was gone, and I never got to say goodnight moon.