Days of Little Sleep

... not getting any

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by ~Kootiya

I am not that great of a writer When I come to press pen to paper I find my mind a wanderer Oh my thoughts have turned to vapor By an abashed source of light My thoughts to toss and turn In frustration of the velvet night Do all my work I burn Oh my muse do I adore Come to me when I am lost Wings so bright to ignore Save me I will pay any cost With a fiery avidty! I lust for you in these walls! Away in the streets of the city Do you come in all Virgin thoughts into multifarious versification Each mellifluous coloratura Blotted out by petty cerebration! Muse treat me not like an acciaccatura! Play me in full! When I

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Just a poem

I would betray god and bring fire to man Still I'd linger in those eyes Blades would sink between the valley of my shoulders "Who are you?" They'd ask With trepidatious lips I'd answer "I am no one." No one without hope

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自主制作アニメ 「 -socket- 」 (by sa2hanadi)

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time waster

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Ted's contribution to the blog: a song he wrote. No chance in hell is he gonna sing it, so deal with the guitar only. The changing of tides reflects time in the eyes The eyes of the dreamer that looks in the sky The sky that which he yearns to one day fly high Among the clouds The receding tide reveals life and its chains The chains that have now binded him to his grave His eyes are now filled with hopes all gone in vain His eyes are shrouds The hope which we hold Suffers like us And it dies as it grows Older in age But what of the soul? The dimming of light reflects days as they fade Fade into the stars and the dreams that are made Made into the world that he hopes is one day Reality The dreams that he once had are no longer there Replaced by a truth far worse than a nightmare His eyes are wide-open, he now wonders where Lies destiny The hope which we hold Suffers like us And it dies as it grows Older in age And the time that we had Fades into dust We don’t know what we have ‘til what’s gone is gone So what of the soul? A silhouette lies before The light that which we aim for Closer to it, we soon tell The silhouette is our self Patterned after all our wrongs It whispers a solemn song The words in the song proclaim That we are one of the same The hope which we hold Suffers like us And it dies as it grows Older in age And the time that we had Fades into dust We don’t know what we have ‘til what’s gone is gone So what of the soul?

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Does that mean we all kill before we start our artistic endeavors? There has to be a better way to word this.

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I woke up this morning in my usual rush to get to class five minutes late rather then half an hour. When I ran out and saw a four legged animal with an extra long neck sitting in my living room playing Skyrim.

What are you an elephant or someth – is that my FUCKING Skyrim Save!!

I live right down the street from a Zoo and so I thought a baby... fossa? Had escaped when I found this drunken note stapled to a banana.

Hmmm...

Translated: Dear, Future me. I stole our ex-girlfriend's giagrafe Chi-chan's dad back from the prison of that guy who we refused to pay last month of rent when we made that waste high hole in the front door. Love, Past drunk me P.S. We need more penis drawings

Back Story:

Makes sense. After I broke up with my ex and moved out of our share home I ended up stealing her stuffed... shrike? I moved into a new place and got kicked out of that house for the waste high hole in the front door. I lost most of my stuff including the seal. I guess I got drunk enough last night I broke into the old shed the renter uses to worship Satan and stole it back. Now that he's here I guess I gotta give him back but maybe after a week of hanging out with him.

He made breakfast drinks!

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I am the god of tricks and mischievous (although I say I created all) of the vast lands where the sands burn the souls of your feet (or paws), the heat drains your body of water leaving your mouth dry filled with the sand like the lands you wander; the sun burns what flesh you dare expose to it. So you flee, and I? I follow. Or more I stay and you flee from what I call home and build your own homes on top of mine, so I follow into yours. I can been seen roaming your streets, yards and if I feel ever so bold -- your home. For food or to take a hopeful soul across the border – or so say the natives who live in my sun drenched playground. You should be honored I have graced your home. You will learn to worship my howl.

I am the coyote. photo by matt knoth written by Jose G. Anaya

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Bromance.

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Tilted

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Her first words will be penis

Little sleep leads to rambling. Note: this recording may de-virginize some listeners’ ears.