Why?

Night time, Fishing line
Pockets full of string
Soda pop, pick a lock
Now You start to sing.

Orange peels, Electric eels
You stare into the sky
Shoes with taps, lots of cats
What has made you cry?

Rusty nails, Garbage pails
Your mind starts to rot
Alcatraz, red topaz
Empty all your thoughts

Summer ends, the fabric Rends
Your life is forfeit
Say good night, turn out the light
Why did you have to quit?

You, not Me

So, I wrote out about a 500 word blog a few minutes ago, essentially a dissertation on my narcissistic despair (god I've got a one-track mind), which I scrapped for artistic reasons. Now, I shall proceed to write a blog in which I do not refer to myself at all (except for now, obviously):

You are at the top of the list (interpret as you wish)
She just turned 17
He is going to be sad for a long, long time
They are perfect for each-other, but they don't know it yet
You didn't make onto the list til now ( HA!)
You dropped off the face of the Earth
She is hiding in plain sight
Nobody wants to hug her
Everyone loves to be near him
Someone loves You, but won't tell you
You love Someone and they don't know
Your love is frowned upon (Go You!)
Your love is too ( Because it's fake)
He is using Her
She doesn't care
You're on the list AGAIN
You never went through with it ( What a surprise...)
You did ( Actually surprising)
She disappeared
He found her ( and they ran away together)
She mocked her ( and she got what she had coming)
She took it ( good thing her friends got her back)
He got lost
They found the way home
Your life is like a movie ( A horror movie)
His family is rich as sin
Her gerbil died
They like Ouija
He'll be there for her (like you couldn't be)
Last, but decidedly not least; You make it onto the list a third and final time.

My ears are dead.

Between my stereo, Tim's car, the Free Press Music Fest and Business as Usual's house party, my ears are completely dead.
I can't remember any time when I've had as good a weekend as this.
Seeing Bolt was amazing, I'd never heard of them but they are truly amazing.
BAU is better than ever, especially the brain-splitting sax solo.
Spending time with the people I love is always a good thing.
Also, Breaking News: The semi-iconic purple jacket is retired (at least until I can get it fixed/ cleaned.) and flannel is in (dear god, what have I done?).

I wonder what I can go do next week? I've spent nearly all my cash on the past few days' events.
Oh well, I wouldn't trade any of it for the world.

Until next time, Distrust white people!
-Will (Otaku)

Getting Away With It

Hey there children, it's Uncle Will here with another helpful story, so gather round and stop poking eachother in the eyes with sharpened sticks!

Uncle Will is gonna teach ya all how to Get Away With Murder!
That's right! I'm gonna teach all you wee-little beasties how to kill a man and get away clean.

1. The most important thing is to pick the right victim; someone totally unconnected with you, someone you've never met.
2. Do your homework, always be prepared: know their routine, study their lives. Find out what makes them tick.
3. Find a good location: secluded, private.
4. Either lure or abduct your victim to your pre-prepared location (wrap EVERYTHING in plastic) and secure them in any way necessary.
5. Dear God, have you really read this far? What a sick fuck you are! You are a menace to society! I should report you to the police and have you locked up...

Anyhoo, apart from all of you being potential sociopathic killers, life is pretty good. Got all my ducks in a row (lies). Listening to "I gotta Feeling" by the Black-Eyed Peas, catchy, slightly stupid, but I actually like it. Its nice to know that some of the Mainstream bullshit is halfway decent.

So... Yeah.

Fallacies and Frostbite

Course work sucks...

I need to learn how to do riddles. I'm tired of being stumped by ridiculously obvious little word games. They're all formulaic, if I can learn the formula, I can beat any riddle.

Hmm...

What am I?: My maker doesn't want me, My buyer never uses me and My owner never sees me.

Give up?

How 'bout now?

I'm a coffin!

Yay.

See? It's ridiculous, how could I not get that? Oh well.

Top Five songs that keep me going after a long week of boring repetitive busy work:

1. This is the First Day of My Life -Bright Eyes
2. Rebellion(lies) -Arcade Fire
3. Any Fun -Coconut Radio
4. Diamond and a Tether -Death Cab For Cutie
5. Man on the Moon -R.E.M.

I'm not scared.

I'm scarred.

Why did I make it? I've done some of the stupidest things imaginable. I've thrown my life away a thousand times, sometimes for someone else, most often for no purpose at all. I'm still in love with my life as it was, no matter how painful, at least I felt human.

I've got a road-map of bad decisions on my arm, but I still don't know where I'm going.

Oh well.

At least I'm here now, and You're here with me.

"This is the first day of my life, I'm glad I didn't die before I met you, But now I don't care, I could go anywhere and I'd probably be happy"

Halloween

Just woke up... ughhhhh...
I can't find my phone. Curses.
Last night was hilarious, I was impressed. Once again my loathing for people is knocked back by my undying love of my friends.
By the way, sorry if we made any of you uncomfortable but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do Hahaha.
So much candy. we have roughly my body weight in candy leftover.
I'm not complaining.
Unicorn.....
still funny.
(Alex, if you read this, I've already found the 9 iron, so I'd wear a cup at all times if I were you.)

hmm... Too tired to think...

Top Five Works by Edgar Allen Poe:

1. The Pit and the Pendulum
2. The Raven
3. Annabell Lee
4. The Telltale Heart
5. The Premature Burial