276695's blog: "Manson's Trites"

Tug of hearts. Current mood: confused Category: Writing and Poetry A million gigabytes away she tugs his heart and he tugs back. A fair game they say to themselves. Soft words, and an imagined smile appears on the avatar. An (lol) and a semi-colon followed by a right parenthesis and the tugs grow stronger. Ah, but the heart is clueless, the eyes are blind. And who shall win this tug of hearts memorialized by the pixels of lost fonts? Who can tug harder at the heart so drawn in by the anticipation of new mail? Who shall be the one left waiting for this little red symbol that has brought such a longing for the next. Each click of the mouse becomes a step into the unknown. He waits... then she waits.. while the hearts beat unknowingly, holding unto every beat as if it were the last. How shall the glorious fonts arrange themselves next, with glowing adulations or sweet poems of daily routines. Even the most mundane rings of shakespear, as the tugs continue. A picture is sent, a joke is told and heheheheheheheeee is destined to be published in websters. And then it comes.... she had no way of knowing... how could she? The words could mean only one thing.... As he reads this new mail, his heart repels and convulses. He does not realize he has quit breathing, as he reads again. Could it be...its over? Yes, the picture leaves no doubt, men have been called this many times. Pain quickly turns to anger and he acts rash, as men do. Fits of deletion and she's gone, gone forever. He leaves to heal this heart that has lost this game of tugs. She waits for the little red symbol that never comes...never realizing her typo...she did not notice under the picture of her dog, where it was meant to say: "It's Rover", she had missed the "R".

"No I'm gonna be a china cabinet!" Current mood: curious Category: Writing and Poetry Disclaimer: This, like most things I write, never happened, other than in the psychosis of my demented little mind. Someone, a long time ago, asked me an odd question. Now I believe odd questions require odd answers. He asked me if I was a boat. Funny that I knew the answer immediatley. I almost instinctively returned with, "No I'm a tree" Of course many boats are made out of trees, so I very well could have been a boat. Until that point I never knew I was a tree, although I had my suspicions. At that moment my whole life made sense. The need to stick my feet in the dirt, and throw my arms in the air. Since that day I've tried to figure out what kinda tree I am. The realization that one is a tree does afterall spawn alot of questions. I've come to believe I am a pine tree. I can be quite prickly at times and I like tinsel. Pine does not make good boats, so I'll end up a china cabinet or picnic table. A china cabinet would be cool, cause I could stand in the corner and watch everyone. Yes! Perfect, so when someone asks me another odd question I know the answer. "No I'm gonna be a china cabinet!"

Mythtaken Current mood: jubilant Category: Writing and Poetry Bells toll for heart's lost singer Glorious words slice to bone For the day that love shall bring her From this place she lies alone Gallant knights pull forth their swords The sound of silence breaks Trumpets hit old familiar chords Sunbeams dance on love's lost lakes. Darkness weans and falls to light The tides of time abide The voices die before their plight Erasing days alone she cried. Breezes dance upon the leaves Herald harks her soul awakes Light sings and darkness grieves As night fades the mourning breaks Rusted chains begin to shed. Old memories die fall to past Sun golden fields lie ahead She floats upon love's stout mast

Estrogen recalled Current mood: bouncy Category: Blogging IN THE SUPREME COURT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA ADAM et.al. case no. CV9870-89-09 Garden of Eden Plaintiff Class Action Complaint for damages V GOD et.al. Heaven Defendant. Now comes the plaintiff and moves this court for a judgment for damages in the amount of 10 gazillion dollars. The reason being more fully explained in the memorandum below. MEMORANDUM In the beginning God (the defendant) did knowingly steal a rib from Adam (the plaintiff) and create Eve. The defendant did knowingly create Eve, with the chemical Estrogen, which the defendant did know to cause mental and physical harm to plaintiff. The defendant never warned the plaintiff of the diverse side effects of such chemical. The defendant being omnipotent knew of all present and future effects of said drug. Many studies future, past and present have been conclusive in their findings. Said drug is well known to cause fits of delusion, paranoia, rage, rise in libido, and jealousy. Shortly after the creation of Eve and exposure to such, the plaintiff suffering from delusion did eat from the tree of knowledge and by punishment through the defendant cause irreversible harm to all of mankind. In the estimated 7000 years since the time of creation the defendant has refused to recall Eve, or make any changes in the chemical make up of such. Through propagation demanded by the defendant in his order to go forth and be fruitful the chemical has been reproduced millions of times and now has reached epidemic proportions, that threatens the existence of mankind. The damage this drug has wreaked on mankind throughout these years is indescribable. The defendant had it within his powers to recall said product and issue warnings of diverse side effects. The defendant has refused countless times to accept responsibility and blames mankind for these effects. It should be clear to this court that these effects are clearly the fault of the defendant and we pray this court renders an order to the defendant to halt the immediate production of said drug and pay to the plaintiff and all parties the amount of 10 gazillion dollars. Respectfully submitted, Adam et al. Garden of Eden.

Don't ask... Current mood: fruggybooty "Sung to the tune of the paradiddle" We sit all alone be it in groups or not searching for answers and failing every quiz Longing comes and goes pulling at our masks differences begging to become what similarity rarely is. Opportunity never knocks I've heard it once or twice days pass us by we take it all in strife. Players never win and losers always cry women and children first and death beats out life. Lazy grains of salt over shoulders tossed wishing wells run dry and shooting stars pass Luck never is the numbers that we pick and hope is a lie when winners finish last. We gather sticks and stones and break down names call it like it is pretending not to be Paper cuts rock and scissors rust away and sound waves still float when no one's there to see So ask me a question I promise not two lies subtracting the difference read between the line The chicken came first beating out the egg clouds are just fluff except for number nine. "Bye bye ether"

She came, or so I thought. Hell she was probably faking, people do that. I'm tired of sorting, sifting...singing old songs. I had a dream, or so I thought. Hell it was probably the drugs, people do that. I'm tired of searching, buying...wearing dark clothes I wrote a poem, or so I thought. Hell it was probably nonsense, people do that. I'm tired of cutting and pasting....pretending I'm you

Yahweh's creation. Current mood: Saintly Yahweh always had been a troubled child. He had a strange way about him. From an early age he was struggling with the concept of Ying and Yang. He had it in his head that good could overcome evil. A seriously unbalanced child, he never understood the idea that the universe took care of its self, and the balance between Ying and Yang was not to be messed with. Yahweh always wanted to create, but was forbidden to create physical life. The energy force that controlled physical life was complicated and only accomplished students of Omnipotence School were allowed to attempt this feat. Yahweh failed Omnipotence School and was thrown out in his second year. The Elders could not get through to the boy. Yahweh liked to break the rules and was impatient. The process for creating physical life, in a perfect form was complicated and Yahweh liked to take shortcuts. The Elders expelled Yahweh and forbid him from creating physical life. A charming boy, Yahweh came to Viect'orian one day with his theory, that given the chance, he could prove that good would overcome evil. He presented a quite compelling case, and against Viect'orian's better judgment, he let the boy go off and create. Yahweh was given a star, as young Gods are on his 15th Aeon. The seventh star in the fifth house of Saeris.Yahweh worked for six days, and was happy with his creation. On the seventh day he went home and rested, and he discussed his "good" creation with his father. In order to test his theory, he needed an evil force to taunt the good he had created. Reluctantly, his father offered up a fallen angel named Lucifer, who had been spending his days in rehab. Lucifer had been one of Viect'orian's greatest angels, with a beautiful voice, and loved to perform with Gabriel. An extremely handsome angel, he was quite the lady's man. Wine and woman took their toll on the angel and he soon fell. It wasn't long before he became belligerent, and began preaching against the laws of the Universe. Viect'orian was left with no choice but to send the fallen angel into rehab. Yahweh was very excited with the idea Lucifer would play the role of Yang in his experiment, and immediately began hollowing out the center of the planet earth and setting it ablaze. Fire was the only force known to imprison fallen angels. While the fire could contain the fallen angel, his powers of evil could move past the flames and to the surface of the planet. Lucifer was also very excited at the possibility of taunting Yahweh's creation, and disproving the laws of the Universe. He had been preaching to the other angels, who had all loved him, that the laws of the Universe were unfair to the forces of evil, and given the chance evil would destroy all that is good. The idea of being cast to the center of the planet earth, was only a small inconvenience. The man and woman Yahweh had created, as the physical life form, had been placed in a garden with everything thing good they could desire. With no concept of good and evil, they would live forever in perfect balance with Ying and Yang. Only the Gods knew of the balance between the two forces, however Yahweh planted a tree in the garden, whose fruit possessed the knowledge of the two forces. Yahweh was certain his perfect creation would resist the evil forces of the fallen angel, and not eat of the fruit. What Yahweh neglected to realize was, in his haste to create he had forgotten the woman, and later stealing the rib from the man, to create the woman, was against the laws of Creation. "Once a perfect physical life form is created it shall not be disturbed", the second bi-law, article C in the Omnipotent Creations Manual, Fourth Edition. The manual further states: "Any life form, created from parts thereof another life form, outside the normal reproduction of said life form, shall be deemed imperfect." subtitle G, article C, (OCM) Had Yahweh completed Omnipotence School, and read the code of the OCM, he would have been aware of the consequences of doing so. Yahweh was impatient, and in his haste had created an imperfect woman. Lucifer had learned in rehab, of Yahweh's expulsion from Omnipotent School. He was aware of the young God's impatience, and had heard of his reluctance to follow rules. Because his powers were limited to the surface of the planet earth, Lucifer had no choice but to take the form of the serpent, whose belly remained in full contact with the planet. The woman had no fear of the serpent because she knew not of fear, nor any other negative emotion. Lucifer appeared before the imperfect woman, and made his case for the fruit of the tree. The woman looked upon the fruit, saw that it was edible, and without hesitation tasted of the fruit. Her eyes became open to good and evil and she felt fear for the first time they fell upon the serpent. Her screams startled Lucifer and he fled back to his dark palace. The man, hearing the woman's screams, ran to her. He knew not what the screams meant, but was compelled to run. Approaching the woman, he seen that she had taken a bite of the fruit. The woman looked upon the man with lust, seeing he was naked and realizing he was very well endowed. She pulled the man close, whispered in his ear and stroked his manhood. She grazed his lips with the fruit and the juice ran down his chin, while she continued her prose. The man was reluctant of mind, but not of body. He remembered Yahweh's warning of the fruit, and yet he cared not. The woman continued to taunt the man with the fruit, as she toyed with his genitals. Tasting the juice of the fruit, and finding it very sweet, the man took a bite. His eyes opened and the two immediately fell to the ground in lust. Seeing the woman for the first time, knowing she was naked and with ample bosom, he caved to his carnal desires. Yahweh happened upon the garden, and seen the two squirming upon the ground with no purpose other than fornication. He called out to the man, and asked why he was on the ground, and lying upon the woman. The man, now possessing the knowledge of good and evil, concocted the first lie mankind ever told. Jumping up, the man said to Yahweh, "She was having a fit my lord and I was trying to consul her." "What is this fit you speak of , and how do you know of such things?" Yahweh asked. The man, realizing he was still possessing a full erection, said to his lord. " I have tasted the fruit of the tree you forbid, my lord, and it was good…very good. I seen that the woman was naked and had nice breasts, and was taken with lust, my lord ." Yahweh knew he had lost to Lucifer and mankind was doomed, evil had won over good. "Go about your business and finish with the woman, but know that from this day you shall die." Yahweh's voice echoed in the garden, as he continued, " From this day the woman shall be cursed to perform domestic chores, and be subservient to the man, and childbirth, which I shall explain later, shall be forever painful to the woman." The man, knowing he was losing his erection and hoping his lord would stop soon, looking perplexed, asked, "What is my punishment my lord?" Yahweh, giving considerable thought to the question, replied, "The erection, you now hold, shall fall at the most inconvenient times, and the woman's voice shall tear at the fabric of your soul." Yahweh disappeared, and the man took the woman. The woman became with child, and the birth proved to be very painful. The man soon learned his curse of the woman's voice. Imperfect children, of the imperfect woman filled the planet, and evil took a stronghold. Some say Yahweh came back later and destroyed the planet, with a great flood, but this is not true. When Yahweh disappeared, the band of Angels, Lucifer had taken as his followers while in rehab, came to the planet and fornicated with the women. The women became with children, and the sons of these fallen Angels, the Nephilim, built unidentified flying machines and taunt mankind to this day. Yahweh has not been seen since and Viect'orian keeps the sun burning upon his son's experiment, just as a mother keeps the child's seedling in a pot on the window sill, with little hope of seeing growth. S. M.

Womem seldom choose violent manners to bring the ultimate demise. Men do. Sleeping pills and razor blades are the weapons of choice when a woman finds herself locked in unbearable pain. She chose the later in a fitting manner, because the pain she felt in her heart had cut deep, deep like the blades that now pierced her wrists. This was only a ritual in a sense, because she had died long ago. A mere formality. Lying there in the final moments, as the blood leaves her body, seeping into the warm water, she closes her eyes for the last time. Thoughts, her last thoughts, race through her mind as the life drains slowly and the pain in her heart subsides. Guilt had brought her here, waves of guilt. Stormy waters on the sea of life. The kind of guilt that can only flourish in the wake of tainted love. Her ship had sank, unprepared after floating on dead seas for far too many years. The waves crashing down, had broke the last remnants of all hope. She never seen the storm as her weary ship sailed into these new waters. The small wakes upon the waters of hope had drawn her to hoist her anchors and sail forth. Rusty anchors on sea crusted chains, entrenched in the sea of life. She tugged hard upon the wench.(sic) Sailing gloriously into a new sunset, the anchors lying on the bow. The fresh air in her face, she felt free for the first time in years. The warm rays of sun, the smell of fresh sea water, she could see a lighthouse in the distance. Her sails high on the air of hope, her future was bright. She rested in the twilight, dreams dancing in her head. Mornings come as they do and often bring the unsuspected. She woke in a flush of guilt. Unbearable guilt. Sinking feelings, racing thoughts and confusion. Yes the storm had appeared. Waves, high waves now crashed down, pounding upon the soul of all that she knew. The only thing that could save her now were the rusty sea crusted anchors that lie upon the bow. In a last ditch effort to save the weathered ship, she drops the anchors into the merky waters. The anchors fall into the water and her ship bears down. The waves begin to subside and fear turns to calm. She is safe once again. The storm passes and her ship rests stoutly upon the calm waters once again. She cleans and paints and does the things people do in the wake of storms. The sun shines brighter and she laughs a bit. She feels cleansed, the guilt gone as she confesses and vows never to hoist her anchors again. She feels the anchors tug against the current, the current of last hopes. She knows that soon the flush of things will pass and she will sail forever upon this dead sea. She knows she is dead. She remembers the air, the sun, and the lighthouse, as she pulls the blades about her wrist. She dreams now, her sails once again high, the anchors sitting on the bottom of the sea floor the chains cut, like the flesh, now seeping red. Free, free of the dead sea, her ship sails the final journey. Manson

Well, being a Saint most certainly has its perks. I was recently chosen, by the High Priests of the Episcopocatholuthodist Church, as one of the few Saints to grace the presence of the father of fathers, our Lord God Viect'orian. For those of you unfamiliar with my book: "Before the Beginning", Viect'orian is the Christian god: Yahweh's father. Yahweh was the creator of earth and mankind, after he was cast out of omnipotence school, for failing to adhere to the teachings of the Elders. The Elders had issued warning toYahweh and forbid him to create, knowing anything he would create would be less than perfect. Yahweh was a stubborn boy and had found favor with his father, who against the Elder's wishes, allowed the boy to create earth and mankind. Yahweh later became bored with his imperfect creation and moved onto other things. Viect'orian looks over Yahweh's creation, but does little more than keep the Sun burning. I was a bit nervous at the thought of meeting Viect'orian, and was relieved to find he has a very sarcastic sense of humor, and is a huge fan of Sam Kinison. I was excited to learn Sam performed nightly at the Viect'orian Haven, a starclub frequented by many Saints, including the dubious St Patrick. Viect'orian greeted me at the pearly gates, with crackers, cheese, and red wine. We sat on a cloud under the big dipper and nibbled at the cheese and crackers, while Gabriel played his harp. I was careful not to drink too much wine, for fear of losing my senses and acting an idiot in front of the Holiest Fathers. Surprisingly it was Viect'orian himself who feverishly gulped at the wine until he passed out mid-sentence, barely into his answer to my question: "Why is mankind here?" Gabriel called for some angels, who carried the Holiest Father off, and Gabriel and I went to see Sam perform. All in all it was a good show, Sam having some new material, about how Viect'orian is always passing out, when greeting the new arrivals.Funny stuff! Saint Manson

I watched 20/20 last night, Dr. Brizendine a neuro psychiatrist said women use 20,000 words a day, while men use only 7,000. Of course this "female" doctor was implying throughout the show that women are smarter/better than men. She alleged that women mature 2 years before men, have better memories, and can read emotions in others better. Men are better only when it comes to thinking of sex. Of course we (men) still rule the world so none of that matters. Here's the real reason why women use more words daily: Man: "Hey dude what happened to your pants?" " Shit I ripped them on a nail at work yesterday. Pass me another beer." Woman: " Oh my god what happened to your blouse?" " Like I was at starbucks, talking to that really cute guy Joey, who's like going out with that really trashy bitch Lola. Oh my god I can't see what he sees in her, and like I'm thinking to myself, Oh my god I can't believe I'm talkin to this really cute guy, and like I reach for my chocolate latte and like I spill it all over me, and I'm so embarressed I could cry. Wanna go shopping at the mall, Humperdinkleberrys is like having a major sale..."