butters, wth are u doing?

Now i remember why i used to hate Tuesday nights, because of maintenance

the fountain

You sure, you're right?
Well no, you're wrong
You don't feel my energy
But it won't be long
I see the sun
Believe the dark
Soon I'll disappear
But I'll make my mark

All these fears
And all this love
All you've given me
Is not enough
All my dreams
And all this stuff
All made real
And it's not enough

Watching, waiting, shaping, faking
Shocking, pumping, mocking, stopping
Falling, stalling, warning, crawling
Rejecting, perfecting, loving, ending

Behind my eyes
Is rage alone
But you don't understand
It was all home-grown
I'm not afraid
I just don't belong
It may be cynical
But it all seems wrong

underwater

I lie still as the water
But my visions are broken
Head caught in the tide as
Cruel as the ocean
Dreams are made in the distance
I will not be among them
Silence is killing me
And I can hardly touch the ground

I am deep in a river
Waves above my head
Held with no spirit
We descend
We reach the end

my needs

The tale

I lay in wait in a dark crevice with many of my brothers willing to serve the cause, ever ready to wipe up your mess - this drilled in since our inception. We are the elite, the most capable and we are ready to serve. We were hand picked from the lot - a special group of elite to serve when the moment is dire. We are proud and we are willing.

The moment is here, we are ready. Emerging the darkness and coming to the light we are revealed in all our glory, we are offered to the other commanders as the key for victory and I am chosen by a rather unremarkable looking fat man, as he takes me he organises my resources and thinkers up a plan of attack a pincer movement he chooses, the enemy in two caves, hidden however very much there. He attacks both sides of each cave and finally the enemy surrendering to attack emerges and in a last ditch attempt they commit to a suicidal move, and the victory is ours. However I am stricken with a poison they hurled at us, breathing seems unnatural to me now. I am dying.

The commander has me transferred with all the poisoned soldiers to a medical tent to await the great fire that will consume us. As I wait there I get to know some other dying soldiers from different companies, the war has taken a toll on our people, but, I am sure we will come out victorious. I refuse to let my death be in vain. I am awoken in the middle of the night and brought to a truck to await the journey to the fire chambers. I tell comforting words to one next to me, and to the other beside me i told him i will see him in a paradise they speak of. I am ready for death

As I lay with the last breath ever coming closer and the view of the great fire churning in the distance I couldn't help but think that I have lived an epic tale, the tale of the wet tissue paper;
"come then great fire! incinerate me for i have served well." Remember me my friends, remember my story I am Tissue paper number 65 from Kleenex Company. Buy us now! we are the best and we are ready, tissue paper 1 dollar.

King of Anything

Let the anticipation begin…
Sara Bareilles has recently released the first single off her sophomore album.  The album will be named “Kaleidoscope Heart” and will be released sometime late this summer.
I am so fucking stoked is all I can really say.  It has been three years since “Little Voice” came out and I have just about played out the cd.  It is not very often that an album comes along that every song is great.  The album is so good that I hate to split the songs up by putting them on my mp3 player or a mix tape.
“Little Voice” was influential and changing in my life and has earned its place on my top 10 albums of all time list.  Can not wait to hear what she has for us next.
OK, enough gushing.
The new single is called “King of Anything” and it has me very excited to hear the rest of the album.  It is a bit of a Fuck You song, which is always great but it also has the driving piano melody, pointed lyrics, sing-a-long, dance in your car with it blaring out the windows thing that makes Sara so phenomenal.
Check it out and enjoy!

madshit

A person who prefers to be by themself. Usually of low self-confidence resulting from severe depression. May have had a hard up bringing. Never fit into a social group (i.e. Preppie, punk, goth, jock, etc.) Not influenced by trends or fads. Has more original likes/dislikes than the common over commercialized asshole running around. Likes things that require INTELLIGENCE to understand. Many would like to have social lives but are rejected by ignorant assholes that don't realize these people actually have feelings, thus putting the loner back even further in social development. Many times called a "psycho" or a "retard", when they're probably the smartest or sanest person in the room!

A person that tends to enjoy their own company. They are very introversive(meaning they have a harder time making friends.). Though I wouldn't say they are that way because they are socially retard, but they are rather more comfortable being by themselves. With this being said. Loners tend to be the less stressed out over social issues, and tend to be able to solidify, and worry more on their real problems. Contrary to popular belief. Loners do make friends, but tend not to want to hang out in groups. If in a gorup they will just be quiet, and will only say something if they know the subject well enough. Being a loner is what everyone dreams of, but when seeing one. They usually get viewed in a negative light.

I've been a loner due to the fact that the pressures of being within a social discourse community is too vast, and very irritating. People get mad over the dumbest shit, and tend to worry over things that aren't real problems...Like surviving..... I have a few friends, and I pretty much know a lot of people that know me. Though I'm always by myself. I doubt its my fault, but I'm kinda lazy when it comes to trying to make friends anyway... :P 

did what you undo

Basically, a person who likes being alone. Unlike the social attitude that says people who are alone are really unhappy inside, many loners are actually the happiest when they're alone. Rather than finding solace in friends and family, they find solace in things such as video games, Internet, books, etc.

But the main way political beliefs are inputted into people is through being social and associating one's self with others. So unfortunately, many loners tend to have radical beliefs and hold morals that greatly differ from their peers and even their own family. To put it simply, you can find a communist in a family of patriotics or a conservative in a family of liberals.

Grandfather: Women's rights should be the main concern!

Father: Gay marriage should be allowed!

Son: Welfare should be abolished!

or is it?

There's 2 types of loners. The loser loner and the cool loner. Unfortunately throughout high school ( 1 - 3 )  and life I fell into the first category not the second.

The one i always wished to be and looked up to was The cool loner, they're the one who does their own thing, dosen't really care what others think, rejects most people yet is looked up to and follows their own lead. Usually ends up popular in some way despite their aversion to popularity in general. They always have the 'cool' people approaching them wanting to be friends yet they prefer to do their own thing. Usually are hated or loved. This kind of person is usually miles ahead of the 'popular people'

Then there's guys like me.. The loser loner. The type of guy who dosen't have good social skills, No confidence and jealous traits. The one who never gets the girl, the money or the friends. The dumb guy who nobody notices. The one who feels invisible around women. The one who nobody wants to spend time with. Known as 'the boring guy', the 'friendless' guy, the invisible man. We have to act out to get attention. We arent lone wolves, we are dependent insecure people who are usally better friends with the teachers and tag-a-long. We were dealt a bad hand in life.

Being a loner isnt a bad thing.

last night

I tried to reconcile But it never made a difference you could cut the atmosphere with a knife It was so tense and cold and every time I tried to get a little closer to you You got further and further away from me until you faded into the distance.Yes you did there was nothin I could do If this is where we ended up then I refuse to be so hard on myself this time If everything I have is gone then what is wrong In spending time with you