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Thursday, July 8, 2010
Oil in the gulf
Well hello my current readers :P. Summers hot man, have you heard? All week it's been in the 90's over here in America, I wonder how thats in effect for the gulf problem.
Were going on 80 days of oil spillage people so you know the earth is gonna need some restoration. Lets hope theres a such machine that sucks oil from the water just as they do with salt.
fish, whales, pelicans, and such are bound to have a slight extinction from this oily disaster.
Where Captain Planet when you need him.
I've heard there have been some plans made by building some kind of bubble like thing that can holds its pressure and block it from spreading els where. Thats what I thought of months ago.
Well if they ever happen to make some sort of ship to collect oil from oceans then at least it will create a certain amount of jobs for us eh?
Thats at least a foot ball size.
Were going on 80 days of oil spillage people so you know the earth is gonna need some restoration. Lets hope theres a such machine that sucks oil from the water just as they do with salt.
fish, whales, pelicans, and such are bound to have a slight extinction from this oily disaster.
Where Captain Planet when you need him.
I've heard there have been some plans made by building some kind of bubble like thing that can holds its pressure and block it from spreading els where. Thats what I thought of months ago.
Well if they ever happen to make some sort of ship to collect oil from oceans then at least it will create a certain amount of jobs for us eh?
Thats at least a foot ball size.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Ode to the circling fears
I have long feared the lonely days would come. I saw myself in every turn that I was given, but these turns were only living with another someone’s curse or regret. My own path still seemed pleasing though.
I put judgment upon people of both fraud and free. I depict images and motions of them and label them – not by whom or what they are… but their human nature. These images I use let me argue command, harass and protest against those who can be true or intolerable.
Soul by soul and guilt with more guilt my hatred builds more and more. I share this hatred so cruelly with the sinners of all the circles and those of purity just to keep them in balance of pure state.
With fire in my eyes and rage in my blood my infused body of wrath is pointlessly exposed. Dream of destruction and to destroy along with forgiveness and fixing does this make my insanity possible with my anger. For this dark power I barrow deserves a pay of my life and pride.
The pride is not yet taken nor given but destroyed. My will falls under and I feel enslaved to hell so soon with the path still incomplete. Such deep pride can only ruin a man so far to hides himself till he bares treachery.
Is it a sin to kill a sinner, to die by my sacrifice for love? What is the limit of treacheries icy cold road into judecca? Mite I carry this sore part of mine threw my inferno till paradise.
This path haunts me and I have long feared so. Maybe one day my lost friends and old loves will be found with a good piece of and angel’s forsaken magic.
I put judgment upon people of both fraud and free. I depict images and motions of them and label them – not by whom or what they are… but their human nature. These images I use let me argue command, harass and protest against those who can be true or intolerable.
Soul by soul and guilt with more guilt my hatred builds more and more. I share this hatred so cruelly with the sinners of all the circles and those of purity just to keep them in balance of pure state.
With fire in my eyes and rage in my blood my infused body of wrath is pointlessly exposed. Dream of destruction and to destroy along with forgiveness and fixing does this make my insanity possible with my anger. For this dark power I barrow deserves a pay of my life and pride.
The pride is not yet taken nor given but destroyed. My will falls under and I feel enslaved to hell so soon with the path still incomplete. Such deep pride can only ruin a man so far to hides himself till he bares treachery.
Is it a sin to kill a sinner, to die by my sacrifice for love? What is the limit of treacheries icy cold road into judecca? Mite I carry this sore part of mine threw my inferno till paradise.
This path haunts me and I have long feared so. Maybe one day my lost friends and old loves will be found with a good piece of and angel’s forsaken magic.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
IT'S SPRING!
Hey guys, don't know if your still reading but I was reminded to update my blog and boy do I have an update for you.
I'm vocational, technological...and I've got green thumbs :p.
During school I went outside on a great day to visit the green house. I felt I should share my work and gratitude into building the green house and lanting seed and plants inside it.
I'm vocational, technological...and I've got green thumbs :p.
During school I went outside on a great day to visit the green house. I felt I should share my work and gratitude into building the green house and lanting seed and plants inside it.
Shes 20 feet wide, 20 feet tall and 100 feet long. Lets see whats inside shall we?
Oooo! One of my favorites, Petunya's.
WOW WHATA LINE YA?!
Theres our water works.
This one looks like Kirus outfit ^^.
Eh? eehh? lol. Am I right? What do you think?
BEST DIRT IN THE WORLD!!! $10 and it's worth it.
Thats the big boss Mr. Headley.
A perfect 74F WOO!
You wouldn't believe how great it feels and smells to be inside that environment with an inventory of 15000+ plants.
In other news...
Today was a good day.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Skys on Fire (My Demon savior)
a flame designated in our deep space,
a set to strike down on this bloody earth,
to pin strike on all of our human race,
and only restart can make our rebirth.
desolated, isolated in jail,
as flames burn images of hell to clouds,
kiss of fire make my new prison hell,
the dead flakes their skin with burning fleshy crowds,
i wait a hero from these Litton flames,
to save me from this one room of darkness,
light my path with your fiery two tails,
take me to your keep my heroic flame.
raise the flames of your pride, make will with me,
infest me with you lust and ecstasy,
a reborn of life after skis shake hail,
take me to eternal of fantasies.
a set to strike down on this bloody earth,
to pin strike on all of our human race,
and only restart can make our rebirth.
desolated, isolated in jail,
as flames burn images of hell to clouds,
kiss of fire make my new prison hell,
the dead flakes their skin with burning fleshy crowds,
i wait a hero from these Litton flames,
to save me from this one room of darkness,
light my path with your fiery two tails,
take me to your keep my heroic flame.
raise the flames of your pride, make will with me,
infest me with you lust and ecstasy,
a reborn of life after skis shake hail,
take me to eternal of fantasies.
My Goal And My Thoughts
A goal to me in life is to live it as normal as ever because i just want to be normal through what can be expressed and understand. Things created in life always have a purpose and if not then I believe faith would have to take them somewhere. Deep inside my desire is giving joy and acceptance. Some could think I'm crazy or wimpy from my feelings inside are that i don't show it but it's a good path for me.
I'm not a waste of life life some who say they will kill them self's and I'm not them kind of person who will push them too. Libelers, Pervs, and all of what kind of people who are destroying the life of even America I despise or hate. Example, what is the reason for a young teen making a choice to have sex and getting pregnant... I believe they shouldn't exist.
I'm not a waste of life life some who say they will kill them self's and I'm not them kind of person who will push them too. Libelers, Pervs, and all of what kind of people who are destroying the life of even America I despise or hate. Example, what is the reason for a young teen making a choice to have sex and getting pregnant... I believe they shouldn't exist.
The Senses Unit
Sounds - Wind blowing, sea gulls flapping , wood in the boat crackling as it is still. Water waves splashing harder as a storm approaches. Wind begins to whistle across my ears as the keys in the ignition jingle. Rain hits the deck continuing a path forwarding across the back, flags flapping, lawn chairs sliding against the wooden floor. Waves crashing flipping and spinning the boat. I begin to to the door my shoes slipping on the deck. Wood breaking down crashing splashes and under water bubbles as i rise to the surface alone and lost at sea.
Touch - She's furry, loving and smart. Stands half a foot tall black on top white on bottom. Gives the prettiest purrs to ever hear. Ears sink in of beg and sadness and hair stands in fear and madness.
My cat Lovey. (AKA Kelly)
Site - Sun set. A mix of fiery colors in glow and going down and decreasing bit by bit minute by minute. It brightens the day and makes the blue in the sky but at the moment feel the day getting cooler as it sets and sinks drinking in the right fading with shades of red, orange and pink. Round but bigger than a circle and hotter than lava.
Taste - The taste of oil and boil, gooey like slime and grime. I couldn't tell what was worse, it's round greenish hot or it's buttery rot. A taste so bad my stomach began to tear, oh the daring vegged taste was unfair.
Brussels Sprouts.
Smell - The smell of gasoline, my favorite smell of all because whenever I smell it near by with a mix of greasy oil and ole wd40 I know I'm coming closer to my Power Equipment class, my favorite class in school.
Touch - She's furry, loving and smart. Stands half a foot tall black on top white on bottom. Gives the prettiest purrs to ever hear. Ears sink in of beg and sadness and hair stands in fear and madness.
My cat Lovey. (AKA Kelly)
Site - Sun set. A mix of fiery colors in glow and going down and decreasing bit by bit minute by minute. It brightens the day and makes the blue in the sky but at the moment feel the day getting cooler as it sets and sinks drinking in the right fading with shades of red, orange and pink. Round but bigger than a circle and hotter than lava.
Taste - The taste of oil and boil, gooey like slime and grime. I couldn't tell what was worse, it's round greenish hot or it's buttery rot. A taste so bad my stomach began to tear, oh the daring vegged taste was unfair.
Brussels Sprouts.
Smell - The smell of gasoline, my favorite smell of all because whenever I smell it near by with a mix of greasy oil and ole wd40 I know I'm coming closer to my Power Equipment class, my favorite class in school.
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